Time has past and methods of fighting crime have adapted, yet Detective Mike Lowrey (Will Smith) still applies old school reckonings to the volatile realm within which he plays.
But he's been shot down by an unknown assailant who ballistically came calling during flippant carefree fun.
Distraught partner Marcus Burnett (Martin Lawrence) invokes divine intervention to aid his robust recovery, while settling into retired life, unsure of his stable routine.
And a new team lies in wait after Lowrey fully recovers, tech savvy yet lacking daring, led by precise pragmatic vision (Paola Nuñez as Rita).
Will the unstable mix of strategic planning and sheer impudence produce exclamatory results as the vengeful track and yearn?
Will Mr. Lowrey see something beyond the unattached ephemeral as his work with Rita progresses?
Will irresolvable speculation lead Mr. Burnett to once again contend, as clues manifest probabilities, and teamwork vests credulity?
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence irresistibly back at it and then some, bringing vocal spirits to the lively fore, after a considerably withdrawn hiatus.
They've still got it, that defiant spark from long ago, reciprocal mutually constructive disarray that contextualizes stark contention.
Lawrence's aggrieved summative evaluations add hyper-reactive humour, while Smith's intense driven presence keeps things seriously grounded, hewn.
It's like Martin and Fresh Prince still asserting themselves after all these years, a rare treat if you grew up watching both shows, still appealing to new audiences regardless.
The new recruits diversify its holdings and introduce less combative by-the-book character, not that they aren't ready to head out in the field, but their manners are much more reserved.
Unless provoked.
They even find remarkably well-integrated cover diggin' deep at local night clubs.
It's a solid 20th/21st century blend skilfully synthesized by Adil & Bilall.
It takes Lowrey and Burnett a long time to figure out who's oppressing them, and considering who's been shot their response time lacks speed, but the patient reflective struggle does build quite the crescendo (it's a cool ending), with a Vaderesque reversal, back before it all began.
Bad Boys for Life provides a fierce yet thoughtful narrative that reimagines age old themes, this variation as technologically infatuated as it is with mobile practice.
Okay, it's more infatuated with direct action which is certainly a good thing, a chillin' break from the cold calculation that qualifies so much daily life.
Judging by the responses of North American audiences there's still something to be said for interpersonal relations.
Technology may be astounding.
But it can't replace face-to-face conversation.
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