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2012’s 21 Jump Street leaves US Netflix very soon; on MGM in the UK.

2012’s 21 Jump Street leaves US Netflix very soon; on MGM in the UK.

Our expectations are a lot higher now after the unexpectedly wildly inventive first movie… and this sequel delivers, digging with witty subversion into Hollywood’s glorification of its male heroes.

Has a verve rare in big-budget movies at the moment. Fun and fresh and legitimately engages with its source material on the levels of story, visuals, and mythology all at once. It feels like discovering storytelling anew.

A Star Wars–flavored juice drink* of a movie (*contains 10% real juice) that tells us nothing of significance we didn’t already know about Han Solo, in an incarnation that lacks his essential charisma and precarious danger.

Funnier even than the first film, nonstop self-deprecation that doles out well-deserved smacks to about 817 Hollywood things that desperately deserve it.

You’ve seen this all before — it’s Toy Story meets The Matrix — just not done in Legos.
Fueled almost entirely by an appreciation of its own ridiculousness, balancing absurdity with smart truths and walking a fine tonal line to make us care about characters barely more than cartoons.
Does Hollywood truly intend to be more creative, more original… or is this just a clever new marketing tactic?
Treats the charming nonsense of food falling from the sky like weather with exactly the sort of bouyant nimbleness it deserves…