There was a time when a third Crocodile Dundee movie would have qualified as a likely blockbuster. Unfortunately for Crocodile Dundee In Los Angeles, that time was about a decade ago, when Paul Hogan's lovable crocodile hunter was more than just a distant, vaguely positive memory in the minds of filmgoers. Nevertheless, Hogan and company have refused to let the passage of time stop them from cashing in on a once-profitable franchise, and the result is Crocodile Dundee In Los Angeles, the long-overdue, little-awaited second sequel to Hogan's Reagan-era blockbuster. Less a fish-out-of-water comedy than a fish-in-different-water comedy, Dundee finds Hogan's affable outback denizen once again journeying to unfamiliar territory, this time traveling with his young son to Los Angeles to accompany girlfriend Linda Kozlowski on a film-world assignment. Of course, with two culture-clash adventures under his belt, Hogan can't get away with quite as many culture-shock jokes as before, but that hasn't stopped the filmmakers from attempting to recycle as many gags as possible from Dundee's predecessors. As a result, Hogan's worldliness varies from scene to scene: Sometimes, he's the same smiling, uncomprehending hick he was in the first film, while in other scenes, he's a relatively pop-culture-savvy fellow, hip to such non-outback phenomena as professional wrestling and NYPD Blue. Director Simon Wincer maintains a leisurely pace throughout, kicking into a higher gear only when attending to an almost comically arbitrary smuggling subplot left over from its star's late-'80s heyday. For better or worse, Crocodile Dundee In Los Angeles delivers everything it promises, offering a tame, family-friendly mixture of genial comedy and light action that's as pleasant and memorable as a bowl of lukewarm oatmeal.