Filmmakers, including first-time theatrical director Dick Lowry, have wisely returned to the non-stop car-chasing destruction derby of the first movie. But the sense of fun in that original is missing and the countless smashups and near-misses are orchestrated randomly.
Result is a patchwork of arbitrary mayhem as Jackie Gleason’s sheriff Budford T. Justice, who tires of retirement in Florida, pursues Jerry Reed and sidekick Colleen Camp through the South. Except for the closing and opening moments, film is so devoid of structure that reels could be shown in reverse order without any loss of coherence.
Gleason, in a testament to endurance, remains funny, and his dimwit son is still humorously parlayed by Mike Henry. All Reed has to do is grin a lot and he’s fast becoming a parody of former film roles. Pat McCormick and Paul Williams, reprising their rich and nasty father-son combo, are tiresome caricatures.