For those attuned to its amiably sleazy vibe and sudden alternations between violence and slapstick, it offers a guiltily pleasurable way to pass an evening.
The Nice Guys has a nice feel: just slick enough to keep from falling apart, just brutal enough to keep from seeming inconsequential.
Why see this film? Partly because of the leading men, but mainly because of a girl.
It has the byzantine plot of an L.A. noir, but races through it with the breathless energy of Black's other work.
You won't see Captain America and Iron Man squaring off at an airport, but you do get Russell Crowe breaking Ryan Gosling's arm and then cheerfully downing a Yoo-hoo.
It's all delightfully fizzy, bloody fun - even if there's the teeniest, tiniest hint of sequel ambitions.
"The Nice Guys" flies high on the chemistry between Gosling and Crowe, and Black gives them plenty to chew on. It's a gourmet summer treat. Nice, guys.
It creates great on-screen chemistry between Gosling and Crowe - as brute adversaries who partner up as private eyes to solve a criminal conspiracy. And it blows your mind with its sense of absurdity - even while making the crime caper count.
J. R. Jones
Because this is set in Los Angeles in the 1970s, we're supposed to think back to Chinatown and The Long Goodbye and excuse the opaque plot, around which Black's eccentric gags float like seasoned croutons in bland soup.