Juzo Itami's sequel to his popular 1988 comedy has energy to spare, but there's more than a hint of redundancy in the further adventures of his intrepid, freckle-faced tax agent and her one-woman war against corporate greed. The new film is even more exaggerated than its predecessor, with enough sex, skullduggery, intrigue, and action to fuel any three James Bond thrillers, but as with most sequels the novelty is gone, and the scenario is desperately over-plotted (to say the least). Contrary to the film's title the heroine herself doesn't even return until well into the second half-hour, and then in a more limited role. What made the character so appealing in the original was her resemblance to a pint-sized Popeye Doyle (with most of the same obsessions), but here's she's reduced to being just another cog in a very stylish, very busy machine, running more or less on autopilot.
Review of A Taxing Woman's Return
