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‘Crocodile Dundee II’

By Desson Howe
Washington Post Staff Writer
May 27, 1988


John Cornell
Paul Hogan;
Linda Kozlowski;
John Meillon;
Charles S. Dutton;
Hector Ubarry;
Juan Fernandez
Parental guidance suggested

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Paul Hogan has an easy plan: Simply be Mick "Crocodile" Dundee and the rest will follow. The rest is "Crocodile Dundee II," and it doesn't follow so much as drag itself along like an alligator on dry land.

But for Hogan fans who thought the first "Dundee" was fun, "Croc II" should slake their thirst for things Dundee and Aussie. (Leaving a sneak preview showing of "Dundee," one woman remarked: "Didn't that Aborigine have a beautiful face?") The fella with the black hat and the funny accent gallivants through New York comic situations, then returns to his Down-Under habitat, where he makes the Australian Tourist Commission proud.

Paul Hogan (as co-scriptwriter and producer) achieves a limping comic momentum -- designed to keep him looking cute -- with a supporting cast of subsidiary endearers. The primary one is his adoring bride Sue Charlton (Linda Kozlowski), now living with Mick in New York. There is also his friend LeRoy Brown (Charles Dutton), a man in dark glasses who dreams of earning a mean reputation; then in Australia, "Donk," a big bruiser whose enthusiastic hug can break your ribs, and Mick's old buddy Walter Reilly (John Meillon), an Australian Walter Brennan oldtimer who speaks admiringly of the young Croc.

One day in sunny Colombia, Bob Tanner, Sue's journalist ex-husband, manages to send Sue incriminating photographs of a local drug lord before getting murdered. The drug merchants come looking for Sue and those pictures. Mick has to save her with the help of a New York gang and LeRoy. The action limps over to Australia, with the drug hustlers pursuing Mick and Missus. But little do those cardboard villains know they're messing with a guy who out-tracks Aborigines, outbacks with bats, snakes and crocodiles, and out-flacks Bill Cosby in a series of native lager commercials.

Charmed? Everyone else seems to be: the Coast Guard officers who forgive him for using mini-depth charges to fish in New York harbor, various bartenders, mailmen, punks, little kids in the park, and finally Sue, who seems not to mind that her husband's basically an unemployed layabout looking for fun.

© Copyright 1999 The Washington Post Company

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