Secrets of Sloppy Sequel-Making, Number 47: simply transplant the same script to a different location, slap a 2 on the title and rush-release to a gullible public. We saw it with "Speed 2" (a boat, instead of a bus); with "Babe 2" (a city, instead of the country) - and also with "Crocodile Dundee II" (Down Under, instead of downtown). Sadly, such relocations rarely repeat the success of their predecessor - "Crococile Dundee II" is no exception.
The (ab)original "Crocodile Dundee" was always a one-man, one-joke movie. The man was Paul Hogan - the joke his culture clash with modern American civilisation. Now Hogan's run continues: but With sequel it's more of the same.
The re-hashed plot revolves around drugs: an evil narcotics baron kidnaps Mick's girl Sue (Linda Kozlowski) so Mick lures the goons to his old stamping-ground to outwit them in the outback. Early scenes, featuring a novel method of angling definitely not endorsed by JR Hartley, rank among the funniest in the movie - after that it drags along more predictably than an English batting collapse against the Aussies.
Hogan is laconic but likeable enough, clearly enjoying his role (so much so, he reprises it in every other movie – including the excruciating "Lightning Jack" and "Almost an Angel"). But ultimately it’s just the same old cobbers: Mick and Sue, a different backdrop, and a few bad guys thrown in for good luck.
Taking longer to get going than a British barbie, there’s much beating around the Bush but scarcely more plot than an overlong lager commercial. Only the two stars’ charismatic chemistry render it watchable, and if you don’t like Paul Hogan, forget it - you won’t give a 4X for this movie. Not a complete crock of dingo dung, but certainly a croc that should have been snappier.
Read a review of the second sequel "Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles".