Some sequels arrive decades later with the weight of myth. This one ambles in with a grin, a few fresh riffs, and the confidence that a reunion is reason enough. It’s a good, funny film—just not the kind that will be quoted to death or stitched onto T-shirts.
The band is older, slower, and still magnificently ridiculous. The humour leans more on nostalgia than invention, but it works often enough to keep the amps buzzing. Cameos pop up like surprise solos, adding sparkle even when the jokes themselves don’t quite reach eleven.
What’s missing is that anarchic sense of discovery the original nailed—mockumentary as revelation. Spinal Tap II: The End Continues doesn’t reinvent the form; it feels less mockumentary than traditional comedy, it plays the hits, slightly out of tune but still toe-tapping. For fans, that’s enough: not legendary, but a warm encore.