It was “The Missouri Breaks”, man.
Within seconds of Enzo’s director credit we see a pan shot of desiccated corpses strewn about urban debris, presumably asphyxiated inside their failed radiation suits. Except one of the suits has glass domes where the tits would be, so the men who survived the initial blast could know where the ladies at…so at least the movie establishes its thought-process up front and early
We don’t have character revealed through action anymore, everyone just talks about who they are and what they’ve gone through over and over again, in endless monologues at each other.
Almost like trading cards that list their powers, instead it’s a list of regrets, traumas, mistakes. Endless therapy sessions with no particular riveting stakes because there’s nothing left to say in these stories after the big climactic installment two years ago.
Out of gas.
(At least Richard E Grant is having some fun)