(And where the sex-starved monks stop at nothing to try to attract the Sharon Stonelike Michelle, who arrives in spike heels and micro-mini.) What to do but send for the one man capable of saving the day-the indomitable, hopelessly square, sober-sided Topper Harley? But first, CIA agent Michelle Rodham Huddleston (Brenda Bakke)-all the women in the film have Rodham as their middle name-must track him down in a Southeast Asian monastery, where he’s in a spiritual retreat that permits him to engage regularly in violent martial arts contests for the pleasure of the locals.
It seems that Saddam Hussein not only has taken American hostages but also captured two sets of unsuccessful rescuers. This film is every bit as funny-perhaps even funnier than the first “Hot Shots!” (1991), which skewered “Top Gun.” Actually, there are no fewer than 30 movies spoofed in the course of “Part Deux’s” swift 89 minutes, but they come so thick and fast you can’t hope to catch all the references. Sheen’s sculptured physique is virtually the only evidence of effort exerted in the making of this often hilarious film, a fizzy summer comedy concocted by director Jim Abrahams and his co-writer Pat Proft, past masters at the art of disguising their efforts. But no, it soon becomes clear that Sheen really has been working out mightily in order to send up Sylvester Stallone and his “Rambo” movies. Surely Sheen’s head has been attached via camera magic to a torso far more muscular than his own.
In the divertingly silly “Hot Shots! Part Deux” (citywide), our first glimpse of Charlie Sheen has us squinting for evidence of special-effects trickery.
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