Directed by Simon Wincer, starring Paul Hogan, Linda Kolzlowski and Serge Cockburn.

Is Paul Hogan bored or just silly? For the teenagers of the 1980's, 'Crocodile Dundee' and its second instalment were great knockabout fun. But why would you want to make another sequel 12 years after the last one? Especially when the next generation of movie fans have had the likes of 'There's Something About Mary', 'Rush Hour' and 'American Pie' to laugh at? Is there any mileage left in the adventures of a leathery old reptile wrangler who gets the girl and roughs up the baddies – especially after the first two did every stranger in a strange land gag in the book? You can figure out the answer without having to sit in the dark for 90 minutes.

In a plot which was probably conceived, typed and proofed in a lunch hour, Mick Dundee (Hogan), his lady Sue (Kolzlowski) and their son Spencer (Cockburn) head out to la la land because Sue has taken the helm at one of the city's newspapers. The previous incumbent died in mystery circumstances while writing an exposé on a film studio. When Sue starts digging around she uncovers a mission even the A-Team would laugh at, involving stolen art and shady Eastern Europeans (played by the guy who is always the shady Eastern European). And when Mick gets a sniff that Sue might be getting in over her head he decides to bring his brand of outback justice to the back lot.

Hogan (looking great for 61) is still as affable as ever but the whole scenario - right down to the art theft - has been done before in 'Beverly Hills Cop'. While the first two 'Crocs had an uncomplicated charm to them, this is a feeble attempt to milk a dry franchise - even the chemistry that was so evident between Hogan and Koszlowski in the first two is nowhere to be seen. There's the odd decent gag but you're too busy chanting the mantra 'Straight To Video, Straight To Video' to laugh.

More down and out than down under.

Harry Guerin