The Naked Gun (2025)

Director: Akiva Schaffer
Starring: Liam Neeson, Pamela Anderson, Paul Walter Hauser, Danny Huston, CCH Pounder, Kevin Durand, Liza Koshy, Eddie Yu, Moses Jones, Cody Rhodes, Busta Rhymes, Dave Bautista, "Weird Al" Yankovic 
Running Time: 85 min.
Rating: PG-13

★★★ (out of ★★★★) 

What's immediately obvious in the opening minutes of co-writer/director Akiva Schaffer's sequel to the classic 80's and 90's Naked Gun comedy franchise is that he understands the assignment. And by successfully translating that same style of humor into the current era, the film doesn't let up for a second, bombarding us with an avalanche of jokes and sight gags that rarely miss during the entirety of its surprisingly tight 85 minutes. 

None of it's easy for any comedy to do, much less one based on a decades old movie adapted from a far older, even less known TV series. But in the spirit of those, this masters the lost art of playing it straight, as the best spoofs always have. Beating viewers into exhaustion before they can come up for air is a good problem to have, especially considering the concerns a promising trailer may have given its funniest bits away. As it turns out, that preview was an ideal tease, barely scratching the surface of the ensuing hilarity we'd get.

When LAPD Lieutenant Frank Drebin Jr. (Liam Neeson) attempts to thwart a bank robbery, his risky law enforcement methods get him reassigned to work alongside Capt. Ed Hocken Jr. (Paul Walter Hauser) investigating a fatal car crash involving software engineer Simon Davenport. After initially ruling the death a suicide, Frank's confronted by Simon's crime novelist sister Beth (Pamela Anderson), who suspects foul play and urges him to dig deeper, despite his noticeable doubts. 

Following the evidence, Frank questions Simon's wealthy boss and Edentech CEO Richard Cane (Danny Huston), prompting suspicions that the bank robbery and car crash could be linked. But as Frank and Beth grow closer, Cane sets the wheels set in motion for an over-the-top plan involving a device capable of reverting the population back to their primitive states so billionaires can rule the world. Now with the clock rapidly ticking, Frank and Beth must work together to somehow foil Cane's scheme before it's too late.

It's a pretty good sign when you're already in stitches after the opening sequence, an action packed robbery during which a valuable lockbox is opened to reveal the hilariously named electronic P.L.O.T. (Primordial Law of Toughness) device. And as we get our first dose of Neeson's physical comedy chops and deadpan delivery, it's obvious a lesser script would probably try to explain Frank Jr.'s relationship with his late father or maybe even include clips from the original. Schaffer isn't interested in any of that, instead wisely mocking that detail and an entire department of legacy hires in a gut busting moment before moving on.  

With each succeeding scene, Neeson proves equipped at filling Nielsen's shoes, gamely tackling this material no differently than he would the high octane thrillers he's built his reputation headlining. And already clever lines play only seem that much goofier when delivered in his gruff, no-nonsense tone. Though it's hard to cite every highlight, a running visual gag involving coffee and some unfortunate body cam footage of Frank's lunch break have to rank up there, along with a hysterical romantic weekend getaway involving him, Beth and a maniacal snowman. 

Pamela Anderson continues her career renaissance as the ideal onscreen partner for Neeson, keeping pace with him as the pair encounter one absurd situation after another. If her role recalls Priscilla Presley's, that's not a drawback since Anderson's better at it, sharing effortless chemistry with Neeson as she dives headfirst into the silliness required of her. And with all the sneering, cerebral menace he displays in his villainous turns, Danny Huston earns huge laughs doing it in a different context as psychotic billionaire Cane. There are also a handful of brief cameos that really hit the mark, mainly because the filmmakers don't overdue it, getting the most out of these appearances by utilizing them at opportune times.

Even when the plot seems to run out of gas in the third act it hardly matters since the jokes still hit hard right up to and including the final credits. Of course, this wouldn't be possible without Neeson, whose unflappable performance not only does Nielsen's outings proud, but proves "reboots" or "sequels" don't have to be dirty words. And unlike the recent Happy Gilmore 2, this doesn't abandon the original's rowdy attitude for a kinder, gentler trip down memory lane. Schaffer knows exactly what The Naked Gun should be and makes good on that promise, likely pleasing fans worried how this would turn out.