The sequel includes the back story to the first movie, so the mother is depicted as she was when she was the daughter's age, and we get a chance to see why she was involved with three men more or less simultaneously. It features a bigger cast, a longer running time, extra subplots and additional romantic entanglements. But it’s emptier than its predecessor and has even lower stakes. It’s less entertaining, and for all its frantic energy, it manages to go absolutely nowhere.
The thing that saves the day is the ABBA music, which makes it impossible to be down, and I watched it on a transpacific flight, which was the perfect setting.
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