SummaryReggie Hammond and Jack Cates return in the sequel. The mob puts a price on Reggie's head. The bus transporting him from the pen flips over about 17 times. His prized Porsche is blown into scrap metal. Creeps in a bar still haven't learned it's dumb to get Reggie mad. And the night is still young. Before these 48 hours are up, Reggie and...
SummaryReggie Hammond and Jack Cates return in the sequel. The mob puts a price on Reggie's head. The bus transporting him from the pen flips over about 17 times. His prized Porsche is blown into scrap metal. Creeps in a bar still haven't learned it's dumb to get Reggie mad. And the night is still young. Before these 48 hours are up, Reggie and...
The movie isn't a disaster, and if you responded to the first one, its memory may carry you over the roughness, the excessive, ugly violence and lack of conviction here. Hill and his stars are merely going through the motions, but the motions are immensely familiar. If you've been there before, then you've been there.
Another 48 HRS. doesn't offer a whole lot beyond Eddie Murphy, Nick Nolte, and Walter Hill's action-scene flair, but are you telling me the first 48 HRS. did? Bottom line: Eddie-Nick enthusiasts and Paramount accountants won't cry 96 tears. [8 Jun 1990, p.1D]
Another 48 Hrs is the sequel to 1982's original 48 Hrs... Director Walter Hill (Red Heat) returns to make the sequel to his classic action comedy hit. However the story is similar to the original but with names like "Iceman" used constantly until the point of annoyance. Kevin Tighe (Road House) is rather annoying in this film and not surprised Jack Cates (Nick Nolte) knocked him out to be honest. Reggie Hammond (Eddie Murphy) is released from prison to help Cates catch the badguys again. A rip off of the original but nowhere near as good even though the violence level is increased dramatically with explosions, blood and more shootouts. Some nudity scenes aswell but more violence, sometimes more of anything is too much or less which makes Another 48 Hrs a bad comedy actioner compared to the original. Not as funny as the original and more violent but violence fails to make it as enjoyable as the original movie. All in all quite disappointing.
This is a generic action picture. What also is missing are scenes in which Nolte and Murphy could relate to each other quietly and with some wit. [8 Jun 1990, p.C]
Eddie Murphy and Nick Nolte are back in Another 48 HRS., and so is some of the chemistry between them. But although this sequel is more amped up than the original "48 HRS.," most of the thrills are gone. [8 Jun 1990, p.35]
What seems more problematic is the virtual exaltation of Dirty Harry vigilantism, the storm trooper mentality and behavior on Nolte's part that the film breezily takes for granted; if there's any irony about it, it's carefully designed to wash over the storm trooper types in the audience and not give offense to them--only to the rest of us.
The first 48 HRS. was similiarly nasty and violent, and it too was emptier than the inside of an efficient bell jar, but it was funny. Eight years later, director Walter Hill can find nothing to laugh about - the violence in this appalling picture is played out in a mirthlessly misanthropic vacuum. [8 Jun 1990, p.C1]
Another 48 Hrs. proves one thing about movies: If the first movie isn't good, then the sequel will not be good either! In fact, this movie was a great big jumble of violence, prison dues, ill-fated revenge, and hookers.
La suite inutile du premier « 48H » avec les deux comparses (cons-parses) qui reprennent du service ici au mauvais gré d’un scénario bricolé par trois « scénaristes » qui n’avaient plus les yeux en face des trous et la cervelle à l’envers… il ne faut donc pas s’étonner si c’est quasiment n’importe quoi du début à la fin… sauf au début peut-être mais même là, ma foi, difficile de faire une pire « suite » à cet égard, bourrée d’incohérences et de raccourcis !
On retrouve bien entendu l’ambiance du genre « t’es mon pote toi non plus » ou le style « t’es sympa… connaaard » aussi peu crédible que ça puisse l’être (et ça l’est sans sourciller de toute façon) avec le flic toujours aussi blaireau et le combinard rigolard toujours aussi vulgaire qui ressort de prison… Entre vannes au ras des pâquerettes et le « vivre ensemble racial » et son racisme réciproque tourné en dérision, surtout le Noir à dire vrai qui prêche pour sa communauté et se place en victime à la moindre occasion, on ne peut pas dire que ce soit drôle, y compris au cinquième ou sixième degré (peut-être au septième alors…?).
Malgré sa durée syndicale d’une heure et demi, le film rame souvent malgré une ou deux séquences spéctaculaires… et éventuellement une ou deux fusillades. La réalisation reste bien sûr solide mais l’ensemble laisse vraiment de marbre et ennuie beaucoup plus qu’il ne divertit… Il s’agit en définitive d’un film d’action trop mou et d’une comédie vraiment ratée !