Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles (2001)
(In French, On Cable TV, August 2020) While the Crocodile Dundee II seemingly lost its way by going back to the bush, this third instalment does what third instalments do best: go back to the first film, except slightly different. This sequel picks up year after the previous one, featuring Paul Hogan as a crocodile hunter with a son and a not-quite-wife that is suddenly called back to Los Angeles for professional reasons. The only thing that equals Crocodile Dundee in Manhattan is Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles, and that’s the cue for the film to milk the kind of fish-out-of-water humour that was missing from the second film. The targets are obvious in la-la-land, and it did strike me at some point not only that this Crocodile Dundee instalment was relying on Hollywood stereotypes that haven’t been true for decades (at least when it comes to having a studio operating in this fashion), but that it was relying both on the audience knowing what the character didn’t as an engine for comedy. It does work – it’s not refined cinema, but there are plenty of comic set-pieces, and Hollywood is enough of a common target that there’s also comfort to be found in the comedy. It could have been worse. Fortunately, the filmmakers had the good sense not to go for a fourth instalment. [September 2020: WRONG! As of 2020, there’s a sort-of-meta fourth instalment, starring Paul Hogan at eighty. It did not get good reviews.]