After a somewhat distracting prologue about ISIS in America, the sequel hurls us into the original's familiar ground: wide areal shots of the US-Mexico border, hovering over the gritty world of drug cartels, with sudden explosions in the narrative shaking the viewer, and a replica of the late Johann Johannsson's menacing synthesizer soundtrack. But the sequel lacks the original's dark sense of urgency, facilitating one to guess it wasn't directed by Villeneuve. By the end, you realize the Del Toro-Brolin camaraderie has been the backbone of the two films, and hope to see them in a third installment.
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