48 Hours (1982)
Q & A (1990)
Nick Nolte as yet another racist, violent cop! This time he's Mike Brennan, a NYC detective who's going off the rails trying to cover up his execution of a suspect. Pursuing him is Al Reilly (Timothy Hutton) a deputy district attorney who begins to suspect the "righteous" kill is bogus. Nolte is fantastic as a sociopathic, closeted cop who thinks his every action is justified because he's keeping the streets clean. Q & A feels very contemporary in the forthright way it tackles issues like racism, police corruption and the code of silence that prevents good cops from ratting out bad cops. Sidney Lumet, who is to NYC what Charles Dickens is to London, wrote and directed Q & A and it's one of his very best.
Another 48 Hours (1990)
Are you noticing a pattern here? I swear, I'm not obsessed with Nolte and Murphy. Anyhow, this sequel ditches the racist name-calling and settles in to being a traditional buddy cop movie, with more emphasis on grittiness and violence, and that makes it better than the original, which just has too many wince-inducing moments.
True Romance (1993)
If anything, this one has gotten better over the years. Tony Scott, the director, gave his films a lush, glossy, frenetic look that isn't universally loved, but it's distinctly cinematic, and these days, when so many films have a flat, TV-ish look, or have surrendered completely to CGI, his sometimes OTT visuals have nostalgic appeal. The script's by Quentin Tarantino, although it's essentially a hyper-drive pastiche of tropes from Elmore Leonard's crime novels. Cops and criminals bounce violently off each other in the hunt for a bag full of cocaine and lots of people end up dead. The supporting cast is stellar, the plot twists itself into entertaining knots, and the pace is relentless. A classic, of sorts.
Beverly Hills Cop (1984) and Beverly Hills Cop II (1987)
So the pitch for this film was probably, "What if the Reggie Hammond character from 48 Hours was a cop instead of a crook and a fish out of water?" And that gave us Eddie Murphy as Axel Foley, a cop from grimy Detroit who comes to sun-kissed L.A. on the trail of...it doesn't really matter. Both films are shaky frameworks for Murphy to repurpose his riffs from 48 Hours and act like an action star. He fails on both counts. I remember enjoying the first one at the time, but the humour this time around falls flat. The sequel is a nasty piece of work (Tony Scott directing) that's even less funny and revels in a kind of sniggering misogyny.
The Firm (1993)
This came out the same year as True Romance and it's hard to find such sharply contrasting films. Where the former is cool, edgy and clever, the latter is stodgy, overlong and void of imagination. It's hard to understand why the film was even made other than as a vehicle for the then red-hot Tom Cruise. There's an hour's worth of dull plot spread listlessly over two and a half hours, and a climactic foot chase involving geriatric Wilford Brimley, which tells you how lame the whole endeavor is. Sydney Pollack is the director picking up a paycheque, Tom Cruise shows off his community theatre acting skills, and a strong supporting cast, led by Gene Hackman, try to bring this corpse to life. This is a film that would be improved by being offensive.
For a lot of people this is the holy grail of heist movies. I can't really disagree. The robbery elements are superbly executed, the final shootout is justifiably famous, the cinematography is great, and Al Pacino as the swaggering detective and Robert De Niro as the master thief are at the top of their game. But holy crap does this film hate its female characters. Ashley Judd (Val Kilmer's character's partner) and Diane Venora (Pacino's partner) are given the thankless, and traditional, roles for women in many action movies: they're scolds and nags who complain about the lack of attention they get from their partners, and generally act as ball and chains to the men who just want to go out and have macho fun. The pair cheat on their respective men, which in both cases is presented as an act of petty, feminine vindictiveness since their illicit lovers are such wimpy weasels. But, of course, the women come crawling back to their guys at the end. In Judd's case she stupidly and senselessly risks losing custody of her son to give Kilmer's character a chance to escape, and Venora finishes the film making doe eyes at Pacino after he takes time out of his busy schedule to rescue her daughter from a suicide attempt that's only in the script to make Pacino look good. And McCauley, De Niro's character? He acquires a girlfriend, Eady, almost half his age after he's rude and cold towards her. Yup, the traditional meet-cute of lazy, male scriptwriters. What woman wouldn't be attracted to an old guy who cold shoulders her initial attempt at friendship? And within a matter of weeks (days, even?) Eady is ready to throw her life and career away and go with McCauley as he flees the country. Oh, and McCauley takes time to physically threaten Judd for daring to cheat on Kilmer. By the end of the film I was wondering why Michael Mann, the scriptwriter and director, even bothered putting female characters into his story. In sum: stay for the heist, leave for the misogyny.