Not quite as good as before Sunset, feeling much more lightweight than the former, but still a perfectly fine, flighty piece.
Ethan Hawke is still annoying, Julie Delpy is still a cliche, and more than ever we have Richard Linklater delivering us half-interesting lectures through the means of completely inappropriate characterised situations. This jarred more than in Sunrise, and removes the realist aspect intended for.
Still, it's a sweet look at romance, and has beautiful moments that only the ambition of a true artist could create. We like, but with severe reservations.
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