★★☆☆☆
Book Club: The Next Chapter is the worst kind of sequel; a completely toothless film about nothing at all. Read our full review.It’s been five years since we last joined Diane (Diane Keaton), Vivian (Jane Fonda), Sharon (Candice Bergen) and Carol (Mary Steenburgen) for Book Club and a lot has happened since. We have lived through a whole pandemic and while most films brush this under the carpet Book Club: The Next Chapter, begins with the group’s reunion after a spout of virtual meet-ups. Inspired by Paul Coelho’s life affirming words and some surprise forthcoming nuptials, the lifelong friends decide to throw caution to the wind and head for Italy. Don’t worry, you don’t need to have read ‘The Alchemist’ before viewing. The choice to begin at the reopening of the world, despite its relatability is a misstep. Little laughs are gained from the jokes on pandemic activities and Zoom mishaps other than knowing chuckles. But once the group get away from their remote opening, Book Club: The Next Chapter trots along at a similarly jolly pace as its predecessor, packed with more obvious sex jokes.

Credit: Universal Pictures
Book Club: The Next Chapter is in UK cinemas 12 May.
