Teaming glum, laconic Harrison Ford with glum, laconic Josh Hartnett ignores this shopworn genre's basic need: the comic sidekick. With little to amuse, “Hollywood Homicide” collapses under its own tediousness.
Maybe Ron Shelton--who directed, wrote and produced--still imagined Ford's wisecracking Han Solo as he cast Joe Gavilan, the veteran homicide detective. Surely nothing on Hartnett's resume (unless you count the camp misfire “Pearl Harbor”) suggests a gift for inspired fun.
Hartnett is rookie detective K.C. Calden, dissatisfied with police work and ready to make it big as an actor. We know this because we see Hartnett reciting from “A Streetcar Named Desire” aloud in the car as the two cops investigate a murder.
While Harnett's Calden is a good cop and bad actor, Gavilan is a good cop and a bad real estate agent. In one of the movie's laborious subplots, Gavilan hustles witnesses to buy a money-pit home.
The two are so distracted with their own vanity side projects that they can hardly focus on the job at hand: investigating a gangland style shooting in a hip-hop dance club. The idea that LAPD cops all have stars in their eyes is a clever one and Shelton, whose script is surprisingly facile, plays it with cute winks and nods. But it's far too labored to be any fun. Starring Harrison Ford, Josh Hartnett and Lena Olin. Directed by Ron Shelton. Written by Ron Shelton and Robert Souza. Produced by Lou Pitt and Ron Shelton. A Columbia release. Action/Comedy. Rated PG-13 for violence, sexual situations and language. Running time: 115 min