By the early ’80s, mismatched duos weren’t new, but 48 Hrs. showed how the formula could thrive in an action-crime setting. A cop and a convict, oil and water, forced to team up — it’s simple enough, but Walter Hill plays it hard and fast, toggling between grit and banter.
Eddie Murphy, in his film debut, is the live wire. He barrels in with such comic timing that Nick Nolte’s world-weary scowl becomes the perfect foil. Their chemistry isn’t always smooth — sometimes hilarious, sometimes just noisy — but the sparks are undeniable.
The tone can wobble, swinging from nasty violence to knockabout humour, and some of the rougher edges haven’t aged well. Still, you can see why it stuck. This is the blueprint for the buddy action-comedy boom to come: bickering partners, bar-room showdowns, and grudging respect forged in a hail of bullets. Not flawless, but influential all the same.