Go undercover? How can anyone sleep when there’s serious detective work to do? Detective work can’t get any more seriously serious than when Detective Frank Drebin Jr. is around. Seriously. Naked Gun (2025) slaps. And it goes well with lots of coffee, preferably spiked with something from the evidence room.

If you ever wanted to throw an owl, Clippy the Microsoft Office Assistant, chili dogs, murder, a creepy snowman, and scat jazz improvisation so sexy it’s hilarious, into an oven, along with a turkey—and hope it all comes it out evenly cooked—you’re in luck. This movie has all these things. Just when you think The Final Insult (Naked Gun 33 1/3, 1994) had the last word, this one screams even louder: “Hey! That was just a dramatic pause. I wasn’t finished speaking, yet!”

I spit my drink out at least five times, which makes this movie the spitting image of a five-star review. Lieutenant Frank Drebin Jr. does his father proud in classic slapstick fashion. And Beth Davenport is the classiest crime novelist to ever angrily drag a chair across a police station like it’s nobody’s business. (Honestly, it’s not anyone’s business. Who’s counting how many chairs someone already has at home, anyway? Leave her alone.)

Many might believe that the P.L.O.T. Device holds this movie together. Basically, it’s a contraption that an evil tech guy (Richard Cane) stole from Beth’s brother (after he killed him). Cane’s plan is to rig the device so it goes off on New Year’s Eve, sending humans into an animalistic rage, so they kill each other while he and a select few (including Weird Al Yankovic) escape to an island and live in luxury. Beth’s brother set the device to “calm” people, but Cane reverses it to fulfill his twisted desires. The P.L.O.T. Device is classic. It works. It drives the action, hands free, down a busy sidewalk, hitting pedestrians and bicyclists along the way. Like a good plot should.

However, I believe the real glue that holds this movie together is the prevalence of coffee drinks. Frank and his partner always have a to-go cup of coffee in their hands, as the dialogue spins fast. To-go cups keep pace with the comedy—escalating in size as the excitement grows. So, Founder’s Porter with “roasted coffee notes” and “graham cracker sweetness” (as it says on the label) is the perfect pairing for this movie. Just be careful not to spit as you’re laughing. Can’t let good beer go to waste—or up the nose.

The coffee flavor definitely rises to the surface, rich and strong. But then, the graham cracker notes come out of nowhere, playing good cop. It’s pleasantly unexpected, like finding out Internal Affairs is really a tropical resort where you can hide out for a while.

The resulting combination is subtly sweet, but not too sweet—with a hoppy beat, making you want to shout to the band behind you, “Make it extra lumpy, boys!” This porter has just the right amount of kick with a smooth finish. Think of it as the calmer, cooler side of the P.L.O.T. Device.

Cheers!

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Cecilia Kennedy once paired a viewing of Cocaine Shark with Snoop Dogg’s 19 Crimes red wine and never looked back. She’s a writer and editor living in the Greater Seattle area, who publishes mostly horror fiction, but also humor. Her works have appeared in The Daily Drunk, Tiny Molecules, Kandisha Press, DarkWinter Press, Maudlin House, Flash Fiction Magazine, Rejection Letters, 365 Tomorrows, Molotov Cocktail, and more. You can find her on X (@ckennedyhola) and Instagram (ceciliakennedy2349) and her DIY Humor blog: https://fixinleaksnleeksdiy.blog/