|It was the last time anyone ever told Diana Ross to "calm your tits".|
There are many words to describe the return of Ronald Burgundy, coherent isn’t one of them. As sequels go, to call Anchorman 2 long-awaited is similar to calling Donald Trump “a bit of a toupee wearing dick”. At times the comedy stench is so thick you can barely breath from laughing so impossibly hard, and at others it’s like arriving late to a party where everyone is already drunk, stoned and giddy.
Some excellent set pieces, both new and echoing the early 00 original, but there’s more than a few moments that feel like weird hallucinations brought on my bad meat.