Given the immense unknowable diversity of the thriving planet on which we live, statistics state that there must exist somewhere a human adult person, maybe an abandoned jungle orphan who was raised by wolves, who has never experienced a buddy cop film. Haha, just kidding that's absolutely impossible. From the genre's sputtering beginnings in the '70s, the crescendo built until some sort of sociological tipping point was reached with "Lethal Weapon," in the late 80s, leading to a Cambrian explosion of renegade cops teamed with straitlaced partners much to the chagrin of their permanently choleric police captains, whose ass the Commissioner/Mayor was almost constantly riding. The decades since have seen the genus evolve its own subspecies at an alarmingly rapidly rate: the cop-and-a-kid movie, the cop-and-a-dog movie, the cop-and-a zombie movie, and so on. With this weekend's "The Heat" bringing yet another spin on the genre (dogs, kids, zombies whatever, but women? wacky old Hollywood...
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