Too much Uncle Vani. When a sequel to a good movie comes out, you involuntarily start comparing it to its predecessor. The first part of Ivanovo happiness was watched with great pleasure. Soulful, interesting stories, competently submitted by actors and put together. I've read some stories more than once.
For me personally, there is one decisive criterion that puts an end to whether I liked the film or not. So, when you want to shout “I don’t believe!” after watching it, it’s a failed movie. It doesn’t matter whether it’s the script, the actors, the artist’s work, or anything else. If I don't believe it, the magic of the movie didn't happen. For all the time watching the first part only once shouted "I don't believe!" - this is a story called "lights". All the others were excellent.
In new stories, the opposite is true. Only one story escaped this fate - "Portrait of Mom." But she couldn’t get the rest of it, alas. For it was the rest that made me say again and again, "I don't believe," "I don't believe," "I don't believe." Sterile picture, improbable actions of the characters. And this obsessive product placement! Seriously, so tired of seeing these cucumbers trying to shove in all places that the reaction is the opposite - yes, I already have a fit of nausea from one of this brand! Overdid it. I’m not going to buy it now and I’m not going to recommend it to anyone.
The result is a gray review. And that, because of the touching “portrait of my mother”, although the plot is banal and predictable. If you haven’t seen the first one yet, I recommend you watch it. Let the new stories remain for the critics.