Lethal Weapon 4: Critic Reviews

Pardon me for having groaned in anticipation of what, in the full perspective-warping heat of the summer movie season, turns out to be one of the nicer blow-'em-ups around.

Lethal Weapon 4 has all the technical skill of the first three movies in the series, but lacks the secret weapon, which was conviction.

Twelve years later, the franchise shows unflagging energy, inventiveness, humor. 4 rocks.

It matters little that the film is rife with non sequiturs, nonsense and nihilistic violence, because its heroes are so darn buoyant and charming.

The relationship/humour stuff in Lethal Weapon 4 is pretty much excruciating, mawkish and inane... The second part of Lethal Weapon 044,the action sequences, are much better.

Given the expectations that constrain it, Lethal Weapon 4 is probably the best motion picture that could possibly result from another teaming of Martin Riggs (Mel Gibson) and Roger Murtaugh (Danny Glover).

Mindless, sadistic violence juxtaposed with rote sentimentality: this is how Hollywood has finally solved the family-values conundrum, the question of how to entertain the blood- and sex-starved masses and be morally proactive at the same time.

There's no plot worth describing, no repartee wittier than 'Oh shut up,' no acting moments that rise above the level of posing.

If not for Jet Li, Lethal Weapon 4 would actually be worse than Lethal Weapon 3.

Lethal Weapon 4 throws in everything except the kitchen sink -- and that's only if you don't count the one that's destroyed along with the rest of the Murtaugh household.

With 'Lethal Weapon 4' we find the silliest and most sentimental of the bunch.

Hong Kong action plus buddy cop formula.

You're best advised to put your head in the sand and avoid all three sequels.

Cynical and contemptuous of its audience, this lazy sequel oozes an insufferable air of self-satisfaction.

a fine ending

The very definition of a meaningless, mindless summer sequel.

The climactic streetfighting clash between Mel and coldly charismatic martial arts star Jet Li is a bone-crunching classic.

I heard audience members yelling out, 'Rewind it -- I wanna see that again!'

A moderately entertaining entry in an overrated series that sorely lacks the hard-edged toughness director Walter Hill brought to his two superior 48 HRS films.

Offers absolutely nothing new.

The surreal opening scene, featuring an armor-clad flamethrower-brandishing villain, is a clear indicator that few things in this film should be taken seriously.