If his main characters are any indication, director Jim ("Disorganized Crime") Kouf thinks brutality is a funny thing. This story revolves around Detective Da Vinci (Jim Belushi), who organizes drug deals on the side to make a little extra cash ("bad cop"), then murders the drug dealers as a sort of public service ("good cop"). His partner, Rodriguez (Tupac Shakur), is pretty much along for the ride.

The last time I looked, Tupac Shakur did not resemble anybody of Mexican descent -- who the hell decided to name him "Rodriguez"? Christ, why not go with "Chang" or "Dances with Bears"? Or, if you're a stickler for accuracy (as I am), how about "Wormy"? Actually, this discrepancy is typical of the film as a whole. Kouf has no idea whether he's making a comedy or a drama, and he doesn't do a thing to convince us that these two random losers could actually be cops.

The portrayal of "reality" is certainly among the worst of the film's offenses. There's a courtroom scene in which Da Vinci has switched the murder weapon. When the defendant -- an obviously brutal killer -- spots the weapon, he jumps up in court, starts yelling at the top of his lungs, then punches a bailiff -- all because the gun doesn't belong to him. Naturally, he's acquitted. In the real world, he's fried.

Given the high quality of this film, Kouf and his associates should have considered taking a shovel, digging up Tupac Shakur's grave, and taking his corpse out on the press tour. It would have been a promotion befitting such an appalling movie.