Second parts were never good but… what happens when the first part was already excruciatingly bad? Well, the third can only be a cubed disaster. ‘365 Days’ was an unexpected success on Netflix during the lockdown, so it was obvious that they would end up adapting the rest of Blanka Lipińska’s literary saga. ‘365 more days’ not only does it not give a conclusion to the story but is crowned as the most boring of the saga (and it was hard to get it).
More days of suffering
‘365 Days’ told us that “inspired” argument about a Polish girl kidnapped by a mobster who gave her a year to fall in love with him. ‘365 Days: that day’ continued the story after Laura’s supposed death, with Massimo’s ex-partner and his twin brother as antagonists who are mistreating (literally) against the couple and Nacho, an attractive gardener (who is not a gardener) approaches Laura with hidden intentions.
After saving you 4 hours of your life ‘365 more days’ is the third installment of this saga, which promised to put an end to the stormy “love” story between Massimo and Laura. It narrates the problems that the relationship is going through after what happened in the previous one: the blow that Adriano’s death has caused for Massimo, as well as the fact of finding out that Laura lost the baby in the accident and her doubts because she thinks she is in love with Nachos
To be honest the duration of the treatment of these conflicts surely in the argument does not amount to more than 20 minutes in total of the almost two hours of footage. What is ‘365 more days’ about then? Well, the same as the previous one: nothing.
We return to the same scheme as in the previous ones and it is a string of random sex scenes alternated with musical sequences where the characters don’t talk, they just laugh while doing “fun things” like going to the disco, hosting a dinner party, or driving a convertible.
To make matters worse, the scarcity of plots in this third installment is so noticeable that the script grabs on to the straw, which is OlgaLaura’s friend. If already in the previous one the character did between little and nothing, here they try to exploit her as comic relief giving rise to unfortunate scenes, such as a chase that was only missing the Benny Hill music.
Good nap
From the beginning, we started with a basic problem for these sequels and that is that any possible dramatic conflict that arises between the protagonists is nullified before they even begin. because, let’s see, who will believe that Laura wants to end their relationship for an infidelity or because Massimo is curmudgeonly if it was okay for her to marry a guy who kidnapped her?
If there is something that makes me angry about this saga, it is that does not give the target audience what they are looking for. Not only because the erotic scenes are very demure (and are its supposed commercial claim) but because the film constantly denies itself and tries to be something that it is not.
This film, like its predecessors, has all the elements to be an eroticafestive film, even it would not hurt to veer towards a somewhat telenovela-like histrionics at times, but fails by pretending to be tinged with drama and transcendence that translates into a slow rhythm and soporific, which does not allow you to be distracted by it.
As much as the sex scenes served to attract attention in the first film, if they wanted to stretch the gum with two other deliveries they have to find some link or give some context to these scenes because, if not, what happens: they get boring. The erotic genre is not the problem: there are thousands of erotic movies that prove that you can be cinematographic and sensual at the same time.
The worst of all: it is not the last installment of the franchise. Or at least, that is the impression since the end of it is open and leaves in the air what decision the protagonist will make. Despite the fact that it adapts a literary trilogy, it seems that Netflix still wants to continue squeezing it (although we may be lucky they will change their minds due to its irregular results in visualizations).
‘365 more days’ is the confirmation that even sex can be boring if you put so little desire to make a minimally entertaining plot, saturated with padding. I admit that sometimes I enjoy watching terrible movies because I like to laugh at the ridiculous moments, but not even seeing it in an ironic way frees you from how endless and tedious this sequel is.