Dear Bella: Miley already served this entire thing lukewarm. And no, I’m not just talking about the unfurled tongue that so yearns for a taste of stardom.
I’m talking about ALL of it: the underboob, the abs, the cross between glam rock and tragedy. Sequels are very rarely better than the original, Bel, and you’re veering perilously close to the Crocodile Dundee 2 side of that spectrum. Maybe cook something else?