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” The titular nice guys, who will presumably figure out the significance of Misty Mountains last, heavy-chested breath, are Jackson Healy (Russell Crowe), an overweight muscle-for-hire with a sad, unexplained past (“Marriage is buying a house for someone you hate”), and Holland March (Ryan Gosling), a drunk but often capable licensed detective who is similarly gloomy.At first they fight, with the sounds of broken bones and March’s screaming cutting through the soundtrack, but they partner up just as fast.The mystery in the background is locating Amelia (Margaret Qualley), who was working with Misty Mountains (Murielle Telio) just before her death on an “experimental art film” filled with nudity. The film feels current today, with an eco-friendly subplot (March and Healy question silent protesters who are sprawled on the steps of city hall, pretending to be dead from smog) and a tongue-in-cheek nod at Detroit — “If Detroit fails, America fails.” But what makes this such a welcomed flick is the dearth of truly funny buddy cop movies since the similarly titled isn’t afraid to curse, laugh and slap itself around, but it always stays sleek and marching forward, easing up at just the right times, sidestepping clichés in a genre full of them and, occasionally, truly surprising everyone.

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Three children walk down a staircase, towels in their backs. As they climb up the stairs, the narration returns.

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“1977” appears onscreen in a groovy font, but the dilapidated sign and synthesizer soundtrack is enough to firmly place us in the drug- and pollution-filled era of the city.

This retro neo-noir buddy flick from former screenwriter wunderkind Shane Black is the latest movie after "Inherent Vice" and "High Rise" to mine the post-utopian diffusion of 70's genre fiction for riffs on regular folk chewed up and spit out by capitalist conspiracies.

As with "Inherent Vice," it's a detective flick set in the seedy underbelly of Los Angeles, but where that film's pretensions had it matching Pynchon to Altman (while half-heartedly claiming the Zucker Brothers), "The Nice Guys" stays proudly lowbrow.