Riggs and Murtaugh investigate the staff of a South African consulate who are hiding behind their diplomatic credentials to perpetrate organised crime.
The same team who brought you the original formula of testosterone soaked, adolescent pleasing action and wise cracks returns with exactly the same blend of destruction, homophobic quips, female nudity, car chases and torture that scored so big at the box office. Anyone who thought the first film was a little too subtle and sophisticated is in luck, because the sequel introduces exploding cars, machine guns, helicopter gunships and baddies who are not only evil, sadistic bastards, but racist, evil, sadistic bastards, right from the get go. And an exploding toilet.
Patsy Kensit is a rather insipid love interest and Joe Pesci’s constant nasal yammering irritates rather than amuses so it’s not quite as good as the first film, but it’s close enough to please its fans.