It’s hard not to have expectations when you watch a movie these days, simply because so many movies are sequels, prequels, legacy-quels, reboots, or, well, you get the idea.

And so if one of these films is even a little bit better than we thought, it can feel incredibly refreshing, even if the film isn’t all that innovative at its core. Beverly Hills agent: Axel F. is the latest awkwardly named example of all this, as Eddie Murphy returns as Detroit Police Detective Axel Foley, this time traveling back to Beverly Hills to help his estranged lawyer daughter who’s gotten herself into some very hot water. This gives the film a chance to reacquaint us with almost literally every character we’ve met in the previous three films in the franchise, as well as throw in all sorts of musical cues to remind us that the tension is indeed there.

But thankfully, we’re not wallowing in all that nostalgia—there certainly is, and the film falters the most when we do. Some of these characters would be better off staying in the ’80s. Axel, however, isn’t one of them, simply because Eddie Murphy is so utterly charming, and it’s still a lot of fun to watch him run around like a villain saving the day. Axel and Eddie may both have taken a step back, but there’s something comforting about this slower pace, and it’s great to be reminded that Murphy is a consummate professional; so many movie hero joke machines feel stale these days. Murphy, on the other hand, knows how to deliver a line most effectively, and he knows how to zigzag when we expect him to. What can I say, he’s a funny guy.

It might be a weak compliment to say that this film could have been a lot worse, but I don’t mean it that way. ratherso lame. Let’s just say it’s a mild hymn, and more than enough for a summer distraction.

Beverly Hills agent: Axel F. is on Netflix.