- 21 Jump Street
It’s all well and good that, early in 21 Jump Street, a police chief (Nick Offerman) informs rookie cops Jenko (Channing Tatum) and Schmidt (Jonah Hill) that they’re reviving an old undercover-in-high-school program from the 1980s, because the only ideas anyone can come up with now is to “recycle shit from the past.” But what do we really expect at this point from movies that cash in on nostalgia for old TV shows, cartoons, toys and board games? Is it enough for a brand-name reboot to wink at us and say, “Yep, we’re out of ideas, but at least we’re honest about it?”
Every once in a while, a filmmaking team comes up with a quirky-enough perspective that the revival of a title seems not just forgivable, but almost inspired. The Brady Bunch Movie may be the standard-bearer in that respect, a shiny satire that acknowledged everything that was beloved about the blended family of hopeless squares by throwing them into a completely new cultural context; 2011’s The Muppets similarly felt more built on genuine affection than cynical marketing calculation. Yes, there are ways to convince us that throwing the title of an old TV series on a big screen actually had a point—and the bulldozer of hilarious crudeness that is 21 Jump Street belongs in that conversation.
In this cockeyed take on the 1987-1991 Fox TV show that made Johnny Depp a star, we first meet our heroes in 2005 as high school seniors—Jenko the dumb jock, Schmidt the socially inept nerd. The former antagonists find themselves classmates once again at the police academy, where they form an unlikely partnership to maximize their respective physical and mental talents. That partnership extends to their first big assignment: joining the revived program sending young-looking cops undercover as high school students, and trying to find out who’s dealing a new designer drug known as “H.F.S.” (for “Holy Fucking Shit”).
Screenwriter Michael Bacall (Scott Pilgrim vs. the World) could have gone for straightforward buddy-cop action; hell, it might have been sufficient if he’d aimed only for a parody of buddy-cop action. And he hits plenty of great targets in that respect, starting with Ice Cube as Jenko and Schmidt’s superior officer, who loudly embraces his stereotypical role as the “angry black captain.” The showpiece chase sequence finds motorcycles repeatedly sliding under trucks full of dangerous explosives—only to have them inexplicably never explode. While Hot Fuzz might have gotten to a lot of the material first, Bacall does plenty with his affectionate skewering of everything from training montages to the inevitable tension between the partners.
But the real brilliance in 21 Jump Street comes from how Bacall and directors Phil Lord and Chris Miller (Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs) exploit the high school setting. It’s amusing enough, if somewhat expected, that Jenko and Schmidt wind up adopting roles completely opposite from those they had as teens—Schmidt becoming the popular kid, Jenko forced to hang out with the science geeks whose password for entering the chem lab is “Kneel before Zod.” Better yet is turning the cops’ inability to blend in into a commentary on the ridiculous rate of change that makes it so their seven-years-gone high school experience might as well have been in the 1950s. From the confusion by one student (Brie Larson) that fellow “student” Schmidt would call her rather than text to the growing social consciousness that makes the nerd-mocking Jenko a dinosaur, 21 Jump Street has a blast showing how the generation gap no longer waits for a generation.
It’s true that the filmmakers push further into over-the-top crude than seems necessary, including a final shootout with particularly painful results, and a propensity for using the f-bomb like a 12-year-old who’s just discovered it. But 21 Jump Street finds its humor in so many places—from the twisted hallucinogenic effects of the new drug to a performance by Tatum that finds depths of charm previously unimaginable to the way it introduces the inevitable nods to its source material—that the only really appropriate word is “inspired.” That’s a word you generally don’t expect to associate with something that just “recycle[s] shit from the past.” But as Jenko and Schmidt’s environmentally aware classmates would be quick to point out, recycling can be cool.
21 JUMP STREET
Channing Tatum, Jonah Hill, Ice Cube