Naked Gun (1988)

Frank Drebin first graced our screens in 1982 with Police Squad, but 6 episodes is all we got. Fast forward 6 years and we get to this week's Chris pick with The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!

The production of The Naked Gun was like a case file thick with mystery, mayhem, and, most likely, unpaid parking tickets. Directed by the Zucker brothers with a firm grip on comedy and a loose grip on reality, this cinematic marvel brought Lieutenant Frank Drebin to the big screen, much to the delight of the three people who remembered Police Squad! from 1982. They say this movie was made on a modest budget, but Frank's always said, if you can’t solve it with duct tape and a pair of sensible shoes, you’re probably not on his police force. The budget might’ve been low, but the jokes were plentiful, and if one didn’t work, we were already onto the next one by the time the first one hit the ground.

They brought Frank to Los Angeles, where the sun is as relentless as a perp with nothing to lose. The Zuckers and Abrahams had a vision: combine slapstick and deadpan to make every scene feel like an all-points bulletin of laughter. With a crack team of talented actors and stuntmen who were probably just as confused as anyone, they pulled it off, and The Naked Gun became an instant classic. It’s not every day that the badge, the gun, and a suspect list full of clowns come together, but when they do, you can bet Frank’ll be there, saying something profoundly misguided. And remember, if you see something suspicious… well, keep it to yourself.

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Plot Summary:

I, Lieutenant Frank Drebin, find myself on the trail of a sinister plot—someone wants to harm the Queen of England during her visit to Los Angeles. Naturally, I can’t let that happen, not on my watch, and certainly not before lunch. As I dive into my investigation, things get complicated. There’s Jane, a mysterious woman who’s got more charm than a box of donuts and who may or may not be involved with a devious businessman named Vincent Ludwig. Ludwig, by the way, is planning something big, and I don’t mean a charity bake sale.

So there I am, trying to stop an assassination attempt, win Jane’s heart, and look good in a cheap suit—all at once. Somehow, it all ends with me frantically searching the stands at a baseball game, dodging mascots and hot dog vendors as I try to save the Queen. But don’t worry; I handle it with all the precision and grace you’d expect from a seasoned detective. In the end, justice is served, more or less, and I come out looking like a hero.

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