The accidental noir theme of the sequel to a movie which you didn't expect to have one is what gives it a smooth edge. That being said, while David Zucker and his crew of mischievous machinists are again tackling socio-political issues--here being about environmentalism--make no mistake, this movie still doesn't give a squat about social commentary and, like before, spews looney-tunes inspired gags at every chance it's got.
In order to not repeat and plagiarize myself, I will mention the plot, which is the only thing different in this movie--while still being as unimportant as ever--Lieutenant Frank Drebin (Leslie Nielsen) discovers that his ex-girlfriend's new beau is involved in a plot to kidnap a scientist who advocates solar energy. The edge here comes from the presentation. Robert Goulet's own Quentin Hapsburg is an egomaniacal shell, a man who spawns the charm of Alain Delon and the perfect moustache to look the part of a Bond villain--but the looking is where it stops. But in a movie like this, insight feels like it would get in the way of its glorious stupidity.
This is stupidity done with smarts, as it is elevated to an art form here. The dialogue is dumb, characters would often completely forget their chain of thought and get lost in phonetic confusion and just as they got back on track surreal moments based on what could only be pure instinct would unravel sometimes in front of our very eyes, but also in the background--it's worth paying attention otherwise you would miss some great laughs.
If you did, though, don't fret as laughs are a-plenty. Despite spewing a noir theme and spawning more formal attire than usual, really the only thing to say about such raw comedy is whether you laughed or not. Well, yes, I did. A lot.
In order to not repeat and plagiarize myself, I will mention the plot, which is the only thing different in this movie--while still being as unimportant as ever--Lieutenant Frank Drebin (Leslie Nielsen) discovers that his ex-girlfriend's new beau is involved in a plot to kidnap a scientist who advocates solar energy. The edge here comes from the presentation. Robert Goulet's own Quentin Hapsburg is an egomaniacal shell, a man who spawns the charm of Alain Delon and the perfect moustache to look the part of a Bond villain--but the looking is where it stops. But in a movie like this, insight feels like it would get in the way of its glorious stupidity.
This is stupidity done with smarts, as it is elevated to an art form here. The dialogue is dumb, characters would often completely forget their chain of thought and get lost in phonetic confusion and just as they got back on track surreal moments based on what could only be pure instinct would unravel sometimes in front of our very eyes, but also in the background--it's worth paying attention otherwise you would miss some great laughs.
If you did, though, don't fret as laughs are a-plenty. Despite spewing a noir theme and spawning more formal attire than usual, really the only thing to say about such raw comedy is whether you laughed or not. Well, yes, I did. A lot.