Mick goes to Beverly Hills and does pretty much what he did in the previous two films, except he’s got his young son in tow this time. Having a nine-year-old tag along isn't as bad as it sounds, because the kid is there for just one reason and gets pushed aside early on. The film’s plot is equally as unimportant and only really takes hold in the last half hour. Prior to that it's Mick being Mick, keeping me entertained by using his caustic Aussie wit to rip the ass out of the shallow people that live in the shallow city.
2 Darwin coat hangers out of 5
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