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Bad Boys: Ride or Die
The Abbott and Costello act is starting to wear thin.
At one point in Bad Boys: Ride or Die, one of the principal characters announces, “This is some dysfunctional shit!” With self-aware comments like that, who needs film critics? Not that reviews will matter to the devoted fans of the action-comedy buddy cop franchise that began three decades ago and whose antecedents date as far back as 1974’s Freebie and the Bean and Busting (feel free to cite even earlier ones). It’s a durable concept, even if this fourth installment feels more than a little strained.
His concern proves apt, however, since not long afterward, while frenziedly dancing at Mike’s wedding, Marcus suffers a heart attack. He has a near-death experience, depicted in a hallucinatory sequence that feels like an outtake from 2001: A Space Odyssey, in which the now-dead Captain Howard (Joe Pantoliano) assures him, “It’s not your time.” A fully recovered Marcus wakes up in the hospital, tears off his IVs, and perches dangerously on the edge of the building’s roof, spouting New Age aphorisms that would make Marianne Williamson embarrassed, while baring his ass to all of Miami.
There are plenty of those in Chris Bremner and Will Beall’s at once simplistic and endlessly convoluted screenplay, revolving around the pair’s efforts to clear Captain Howard from posthumous corruption charges. They know he’s innocent not only because of their long friendship but also because they receive a prerecorded video message that Howard programmed to be sent in case anything happened to him.
This provides the opportunity for Pantoliano’s popular character to make a reappearance, although the film goes a bridge too far by also turning him into the equivalent of Obi-Wan Kenobi, popping up periodically in fuzzily photographed scenes in which he offers beneficent counsel like a rough-edged Dalai Lama.
The duo’s job becomes even harder when they’re accused of being criminals themselves (don’t ask, it’s complicated) and are forced to go on the run along with Mike’s son Armando (Jacob Scipio, returning from the previous film), who had been imprisoned for killing Captain Howard but is now a good guy.
Numerous castmembers return, including Vanessa Hudgens and Alexander Ludwig as Mike and Marcus’ colleagues, now amusingly revealed to be in a romantic relationship. There’s also a cameo by Tiffany Haddish in which she’s not so amusingly allowed to let her freak flag fly.
The three fugitives are relentlessly pursued by every criminal in Miami after the principal bad guy (played by an intense Eric Dane, whose villainy is signaled by his impeccable bone structure) puts a $5 million bounty on their head.
Also on the trail is Captain Howard’s daughter, a U.S. Marshal who’s out for revenge on Armando for murdering her father. She’s played by Rhea Seehorn, who inexplicably goes unmentioned in the film’s press notes despite arguably being the best actor in the cast. Her casting continues the depressing trend of talented actors making the leap to uninteresting big-screen roles after finding fame on television. Her performance here is fine, but it pales next to her superbly nuanced work on Better Call Saul.