What Saturday Night Live did for Murphy, sitcoms have done for Smith (The Fresh Prince of Bel Air) and Lawrence (Martin). These guys are primed to explode. And they do, though the script doesn't do them any favors. It's a familiar mix of jolts (co-writer Doug Richardson worked on Die Hard 2) and jokes (cowriters Jim Mulholland and Michael Barrie toiled for David Letterman and The Tonight Show). But the bad boys achieve something a budget can't buy: an easy, natural rapport that makes you root for them. For comedy and thrills, Lawrence and Smith are a dream team.
Lawrence plays Marcus Burnett, a detective who has a wife (Theresa Randle) and a family and a hard time getting laid. "It'll make me light on my feet," he tells his wife, pleading without success for an early morning quickie. His partner, Mike Lowrey (Smith), is a bachelor with an independent income, sharp threads and an apartment besieged by fuck bunnies. The plot twist comes when the two detectives switch roles to fool material witness Julie Mott, played by the sexy, smart and very funny Téa Leoni. Julie thinks Mike is married and that Marcus is the playboy. For a while she even thinks the two boys are lovers. Don't ask for explanations. Coherence is not the film's strong suit. Director Michael Bay -- the 30-year-old wiz behind commercials and music videos in his feature debut -- is out for hip, high-style fun. The climactic shootout inside an airplane hangar, complete with a 727 blowing sky high, slides the film into overdrive. It's all special-effects noise and nonsense. We're not fooled. Lawrence and Smith are the real firecrackers.
PETER TRAVERS
707 5/7/95
(Posted: Dec 18, 2000)
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