There's some attempt at the action of a caper movie, as Nielsen, heading a squad of black-hooded men, captains jewelry store and bank robberies, counting off the seconds for each precision heist. But director Scott never lets us enjoy the planning and execution of these capers, the best part of the ritual. Pushed along by that damnable music, we're dropped into confused, panicky action, never quite sure what's supposed to happen--and before long, not caring.
It's hard to believe that the group who came up with the hard, clean edges of "Top Gun," sleek and unfeeling though it may have been, could make a picture as crude, as muddled, as destructo-Derbyish as this one. If "Beverly Hills Cop II" is its opening salvo, this is going to be a long, smoggy summer.