‘Book Club: The Next Chapter’ Review: A Moderately Engaging Sequel That Should Have Been Funnier

Jane Fonda, Diane Keaton, Candice Bergen and Mary Steenburgen are all legends, but this film doesn’t try hard enough to deserve them

Book Club: The Next Chapter
Book Club: The Next Chapter

If the opening sequence of Bill Holderman’s “Book Club: The Next Chapter” is any indication we might have officially turned the page on psychological “lockdown despair” narratives and entered the (somewhat cringey) era of lighthearted “lockdown nostalgia.”

That’s what the leading ladies of 2018’s lovely, if not a tad underwhelming, friendship comedy “Book Club” signal in the sequel’s opening moments, reuniting for a similarly boozy and moderately engaging adventure soaked in deep Italian reds, but not enough laughs.

It’s probably easy to feel a little nostalgic for the days of lockdown. Halcyon days for those who were financially privileged, healthy and could afford to take up new interests during that low-key downtime, like pickling, playing the accordion or caring for a new pet parrot.

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