Cleverer, wittier and snarkier than
21 Jump Street, this is nonstop self-deprecation of its “sequel to a reboot” status, offering well-deserved smacks to about 817 Hollywood things that desperately deserve it: TV shows-turned-movies; sequelitis; dumb action heroes; meet-cutes; bromances; fist fights; frat comedies; 30-something actors playing teenagers; and other nonsense. Cops Schmidt (Jonah Hill) and Jenko (Channing Tatum) have “graduated” to going undercover at a college—they’re investigating a drugs case that is “just like last time”—and though this is as big, loud, actiony and goofy as an action-comedy sequel can be, it’s (mostly) not stupid, sexist or homophobic along the way. And it’s surprisingly just plain nice. 22 Jump Street punches up, at the excesses and inanities of Hollywood, and not down at the usual easy, powerless targets—and even then, it’s never cruel about it.
By
MaryAnn Johanson