On the surface of it, Brett Ratner negotiating to direct a sequel to Midnight Run makes some kind of sense: the clash of personalities in Rush Hour was of a similar shade to the De Niro/Grodin pairing in Midnight Run, only in a far less memorable, if more commercially viable way. His talent, such as it is, is for immensely slick and commercial films that instantly leave your consciousness the moment you step out of a theater.
But hey, let's just go ahead and admit that there is absolutely no need for a Midnight Run sequel, especially not 25 years after the fact, even if Robert De Niro seems intent on punishing us with the idea of a 70-year-old bounty hunter. (He's attached to come back as Jack Walsh; I guess his great-granddaughter needs a new Maybach or something.) What's even worse is that Universal apparently hired some of the writers behind G.I. Joe: The Rise Of Cobra to craft the script. Charles Grodin, for his part, is now retired, but says he's open to returning to the screen if something interesting comes along.
Hey, look: I really hope that a sequel to Midnight Run would be good, if it must exist, but I think we all know that it'd be a PG-13 travesty with Eddie Murphy or Chris Tucker being all wacky and loud in the ear of an increasingly miffed De Niro. I would much rather see Huck And Tom come into being than a Midnight Run sequel, honestly. I think maybe Hollywood should have some kind of veto system, where they give a ballot to everyone who buys a movie ticket in December and we get to vote on which movie from the next year we wish to erase from existence. This would be pretty far up there in terms of nope-ability from me.
But hey, at least it gave me an excuse to bust out that Midnight Run Besties again.