But as action movies go these days, you could do worse. Bad Boys is certainly pretty, and it's only boring if you think too hard. The constant stream of jokes directed at white America's alleged anxiety over black men with guns ("Don't be alarmed -- we're Negroes!" the two cops announce as they enter someone's home) is actually pretty funny, and I'll admit that I laughed out loud a couple of times. The last action set piece, involving two cars racing toward the same narrow sliver of fence in a hopped-up game of chicken, is a reasonably exciting gimmick that I'd not seen before. And there's a great shot near the end where Smith takes aim at the chief villain -- we're looking past the gun barrel at his face, with Leoni peering in smugly, lasciviously, from outside the frame as though taking some voyeuristic pleasure in the promise of a little gunplay. It's a shot that sums up the basic 90s Hollywood appeal of this Simpson/Bruckheimer production. Indulge yourself, if you must.