For those of you who can’t get enough Eddie Murphy, here’s some more.
Axel is still smarter than everyone else, Taggart is still grumpy, the head cop is still a dumb jerk.
But Rosewood…Rosewood has transformed from pleasant, naive greenhorn into a Rambo-inspired walking arsenal. A very pleasant, borderline-disturbed walking arsenal.
It’s aged a bit better than the original, but neither of these were ever anything to really care about either way. You don’t love it, you don’t hate it, you just watch it and then immediately forget it.
Sort of like Murphy’s film career.
Grade: B-