Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F Review

For such a belated fourthquel, "Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F" commits a cinema felon by adding a subtitle instead of a simple roman numeral like its predecessors. And while I can't forgive such flagrant grammar inconsistencies, I can forgive the film itself for being a pleasantly light-weight action comedy that has just enough thrills and laughs.

Eddie Murphy returns as Axel Foley, who despite some paunch hardly looks a day over fifty, despite being over sixty. He's the same old fast-talking Detroit detective who, after stopping some crooks at a local hockey game, goes to visit his estranged daughter Jane (Taylour Paige), a criminal defense attorney in, you guessed it, Beverly Hills. She hates him for prioritizing his work over his family, and not a story beat is beaten that hasn't been beaten to death in every other medium of entertainment. But it's fine, the two have chemistry, and it goes to show that with the right script (here credited to Will Beall, Tom Gormican & Kevin Etten) is still capable of being funny.

Anyway, Jane is working on a case to defend Enriquez (Damien Diaz), who claims to be framed for the death of an undercover cop. A cop who works for Grant, played by Kevin Bacon, and I'm not sure if it's the film or the actor himself, but the second you see him you know he's dirty. Of course the film comes out and says just as much soon after, so don't press that "play" button thinking there's any subtly here at all- Bacon's the kind of actor born who has the face of a slimy bent authority figure.

He's the kind of character that can only exist in movies like this, where their word is trusted by the entire department despite the fact that he or his goons are constantly planting evidence, kidnapping, arresting, breaking-and-entering without warrants, stealing, and oh yeah, killing, in the age where everyone in Beverly Hills and their pampered pooch have a phone capable of recording.

Oh don't get me wrong, Kevin is a fantastic actor, capable of range this belated little distraction doesn't deserve, but that doesn't mean he doesn't give it his all. Because he does, but man, he can do this in his sleep.

Judge Reinhold returns as Rosewood, as does Paul Reiser, Bronson Pinchot and John Ashton (as Jeffery, Serge and Taggart, respectively), and their participation is an extended cameo at best and just a plain old cameo at worst, but hey, part of me is happy to see someone like Reinhold still working in Hollywood. In actuality, Axel spends much of his time with Jane and Detective Abbot (Joseph Gordon-Levitt), who's frizzy hair and relaxed, almost bored expression reminded me of disgraced and incarcerated actor Danny Masterson, which if unintentional is uncanny. He's working on the Enriquez case too, and previously dated Jane, which probably sounded like it'd provided suspense, but this featherweight actioner couldn't muster any dramatic or romantic tension if Eddie broke the fourth wall and said directly to the audience "this is dramatic and romantic tension."

But who cares, because director Mark Molloy keeps the familiar plot moving fast enough that you're never bored, but he fails to craft a single creative moment; your standard shootouts and chases punctuate the picture enough times to keep you from dozing off, but it never stimulates you. It never challenges your expectations, instead banking on warmed-over nostalgia and Murphy's comedic talents.