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I’ve been insufferable about this movie for months, and I'm not remotely sorry. Lili Reinhart and Tom Bateman gave Ali Hazelwood's bestseller the adaptation it deserved. It's not flawless, but I finished it grinning like an idiot with my hand over my heart, and that's all I really wanted.

The sequel to My Fault London keeps the chemistry that made the first movie irresistible, but swaps real stakes for two hours of jealousy and miscommunication. Here’s what worked and what didn’t.