What’s left, then, is a sequel that tries to do many things and fails at nearly all of them. It is both too self-contained to feel a proper continuation of a preexisting story and ongoing series, and too listless to work as a memorable piece of fiction in its own right. It is both too open-ended in regards to some plotlines and too conclusive when it comes to others. It presents a façade of evolution by lazily pushing forward uninteresting threads and finalizing ones that should have gone on whilst bringing the most important enigmas to a frustrating stasis.