Pic's really misnamed, since it's not Another 48HRS. but the same 48HRS., the 1982 mismatched buddy action pic.
Pic’s really misnamed, since it’s not Another 48HRS. but the same 48HRS., the 1982 mismatched buddy action pic.
Director Walter Hill, reprising those chores, knows the terrain and tills it with all the familiar elements: bawdy humor, cannon-loud gunplay, hissable bad guys and plenty of action.
Eddie Murphy and Nick Nolte manage to recapture some of their initial chemistry, but for the most part the film is curiously flat – in part due to a jumped plot that’s so quickly tied up at the end it seems everyone was in a hurry to get their checks and get out of town.
The plot [by Fred Braughton] even hinges on the first film, as two hit men are dispatched to kill Murphy, one the brother of the lead baddie offed in 48HRS. Nolte, meanwhile, has spent the past four years chasing a faceless drug kingpin called the Iceman, who paid for the hit on Murphy. He’s been thwarted at every turn, however, leading Murphy to suspect corruption within the police department.
Hill and his trio of screenwriters choose the stale and predictable route at almost every turn, the plot being strictly a slender means of allowing Murphy and Nolte to strut their stuff.