This 2003 film is so horrible on so many alternative ranges that it’s laborious to even know the place to start out. I don’t know that I’ve ever managed to get by the movie’s insufferable and inexplicable 147 minute run—although I’ve tried a number of instances, in a beneficiant effort to search out one thing redeemable about it. Every time I’ve come away indignant, clutching my eyes, cursing on the tv in disgust. Admittedly, the unique 1995 Dangerous Boys wasn’t a great film both, however this one is mostly a reverse masterpiece of abhorrent crap.
The premise is that this: Will Smith and Martin Lawrence are cops in Miami. However they’re additionally bros! Finest bros! Or, as they wish to say, “dangerous boys for all times.” Sure, they name themselves “dangerous boys.” Anyway, the duo examine drug traffickers in Miami, dangerous issues occur, and supposed laughs and explosions ensue. Actually, you don’t actually need to fret in regards to the plot—as a result of there isn’t one. The film is “humorous,” which implies that Smith and Lawrence waste valuable minutes of your life with canned quips that sound like they had been written by a pc. Each 10 to fifteen minutes the plot descends into an incoherent orgy of violence, which often entails automotive chases, automated weapons, explosions, shrapnel, cursing, and different annoying stuff. These sequences are supposed to excite, however they’re actually simply loud and lengthy and laborious on the eyes. This abomination can also be directed by Michael Bay (after all it’s) and is edited with all of the frenetic mania of a coke addict.
In brief: if there’s a hell, mine will seemingly contain being pressured to observe this film on repeat with my eyelids stitched open like Alex DeLarge in A Clockwork Orange.
