The continuation of the Platform, a kind of hybrid of Cuba and dystopia, turned out to be very mediocre.
The only thing that the authors managed to surprise is that this is not a sequel, but a prequel. That is, the order that the fanatics tried to impose was not the result of the events of the first part, but their cause.
Otherwise, everything is sad – attempts to deconstruct socialism are drowned in an abundance of undisclosed characters, a strange insert with a playground and a focus on the personal (also undisclosed) drama of the main character.
The social agenda, as in the first part, is served head-on, although perhaps even more directly. The first cellmate's name is Zamyatin - well, we all understand.
Then there's more - a fierce confusion and ending, as in the first part. The reasons for redemption of the heroine, of course, was a little more (in the first film, the hero tried to quit smoking in this way).
We ended up smearing everything and smearing it all over the table, just like dinner on the platform.