The premise is slight but the cast is so, so good that Boomerang doubles back into some profundity. Thankful that Eddie Murphy stacked this cast with rookies and legends. Grace Jones goes off, Eartha Kitt purrs off, Eddie Murphy gets off, Martin Lawrence offends like it’s 1992, white people appear solely to puncture this divine Black bubble with some micro aggressions, and Halle Berry and David Alan Grier provide a sweeter balance in extraneous (but welcome) secondary plottings.
Honestly, Murphy trying not to make a joke at Grier’s expense and then giving him a hug (after Thanksgiving dinner) is a great 2020 salve. From that point on you kind of know where it’s gonna go from there... “Friends can kiss.” And friends gotta make up when that overlaps with other “friends.”
It’s not quite as even, but Boomerang deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as When Harry Met Sally... And the O-Zone kid is probably making fire art now.