REVIEW: 22 Jump Street, (15), (107 mins)

It’s more of the same, but very welcome it is, too.

22 Jump Street adds very little beyond a number to 21 Jump Street, but then again, it doesn’t really have to. The basic ingredient is, as it always has been, the terrific on-screen chemistry between Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill, and in this sequel it’s working better than ever.

22 Jump Street

22 Jump Street

This isn’t one of those sequels determined to do something different. Instead, never taking itself remotely seriously, it reminds you of its lack of invention at every turn and even sends itself up in the closing credits with a series of sequels to the sequel we can only hope will never get made.

Once again, Jenko (Channing Tatum) and Schmidt (Jonah Hill). are idiot cops sent undercover 
to investigate drug-dealing among youngsters, and the jokes tumble out as to just how unconvincing their college double act actually is.

A college student has died from an overdose of a little-known drug which is apparently just about to explode and cause campus chaos everywhere. Once again, the duo step back in time to investigate; once again, they find themselves trying to live out an education they never had. There is huge hilarity when Tatum’s character gets drawn into a little bit of bromance. Hill’s hurt and jealous response is a hoot. Even funnier are the consequence of Hill’s rather more orthodox on-campus liaison.

Maybe the film takes just a little bit too long to get into its stride, but once it’s there, it’s highly enjoyable, especially in a brilliant final sequence which piles up the laughs as the buddies get their act back together.

It’ll be the laugh-out loud moments you remember rather than the meandering start; and that’s the perfect point at which to leave it. With those closing credits, it seems even the producers realise that another film would be milking it all much too much.

Phil Hewitt