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The movie wants to send up hoary action- and buddy-movie clichés, including the tinge of gay attraction that passes between the stars. But it's too fuzzily executed to pass muster as satire. Plus, it loves the clichés too much to subvert them.
It's the first gross-out comedy to come along since The Hangover that is actually a comedy and not just gross, although make no mistake, gross it is -- this is a Kevin Smith film after all -- so don't say you weren't warned.
This pitiful excuse for entertainment is utterly bereft of wit, intelligence or craft on any level. The only thing left to screw up would have been to leave the lens cap on the camera. Wait, that would have been an improvement.
What results is a tour de force of sheer comic energy that threatens to rip apart the film -- and its sodden, secondhand premise -- like a wad of used paper towels. It's a performance in search of a movie.
Because Smith has the ability to make a real artistic impact (and knows it), his disappointments tend to inspire deeper criticism than they deserve. This is no more a terrible movie than a great one; it's simply average.
There's not a whole lot to Cop Out besides watching Kevin Smith pretend, with a crudeness that is simply boring, that he's an action director making a comic thriller about cops versus a Mexican drug gang (yawn).
Smith's directorial style is far too slack for this material, which aims to be an homage to populist '80s classics like 48 Hrs. and Lethal Weapon, but only winds up resembling one of the bargain-bin knockoffs that floundered in those films' wake.