Bad Boys II

REVIEW
The action/buddy/cop formula has long since worn thin, yet producer Jerry Bruckheimer and director Bay persist in flooring the pedal and over-revving their engine 'til it chokes. It's entertainment by velocity and bombardment as the Bad Boys tear up Miami (and Cuba) while chasing down a vicious drug czar/undertaker (Mollà) trafficking deadly ecstasy. Tossed into the mix are glossy panoramas of South Beach; a generic hip-hop soundtrack; loud shootouts; juvenile race- and gay-baiting jokes; a trite domestic squabble concerning Smith's romantic interest in Lawrence's sister (Union), who just happens to be a DEA agent trailing the same dopers; the stock "I'm too old for this shit" lovers'/partners' spats that keep the two stars at odds for much of the (overlong) running time; a macabre cadaver fetish; a staggering body count and not one, not two but three vehicular chase sequences, each progressively more outlandish and demonstrative of the soulless, witless pyrotechnical excess that has earned Bay a reputation as the Satan of modern-day cinema.