Perhaps it's his track record that makes this adaptation of Bill Cosby's 60s spy show all the more enjoyable. It's a welcome shock: a good Eddie Murphy movie.
Murphy is Kelly Robinson, a world champion boxer who - for reasons too unlikely to go into - is teamed with Owen Wilson's spy on a mission to recover a stolen plane.
It's buddy-buddy Bond, as they spar and then sleuth - helped by former 007 squeeze Famke Janssen.
Unfortunately, the action in this action-comedy is never near Bond's standards. There's no sense of danger, and when Wilson does shoot people, it's almost shocking because of the light-hearted tone.
It's a good job, then, that the comedy delivers. The central pairing is hilarious. Wilson's excellent as the whiny, wan agent always lumbered with second-hand gadgets and troublesome assignments, while Murphy rediscovers the cocky strut of "Beverly Hills Cop" - his character a mix of foolish pride and charming idiocy.
Sure, the strokes are broad and the laughs sometimes crude (Murphy: "I'm gonna be 009 and a half"), but laughs they are, and belly ones at that. The "Cyrano de Bergerac"-style scene where Murphy talks Wilson through a seduction with the help of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" will have you choking on your popcorn.
With a zippier story this could have been special. As it is it's disposable dumb fun. And there's nothing wrong with that.