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The film looks like the sort of queasy fever dream that might be produced by sitting through an entire Orson Welles film festival while eating pepperoni pizzas.
The jokes seem lame and the rivalry fraudulent, as the two boys play with their big guns.
Los Angeles Times:
Tango and Cash is a waste of talent and energy on all levels: unworthy of Konchalovsky, unworthy also of Stallone, Russell and every superior technical credit on the film.
Both men think that the best way to deliver the right to remain silent to the usual suspects is via a right hook.
The ostensible humor here is of the macho one-liner variety, and much of it falls flat.
What makes this shoot-'em-up nonsense surprisingly watchable is Randy Feldman's rapid-fire dialogue, which constantly undercuts the macho posturings while parodying Stallone's screen image.
A mindless buddy cop pic, loaded with nonstop action that's played mostly for laughs and delivers too few of them.
More like My Beautiful Laundrette in the closet than it is a bad ripoff of Lethal Weapon.