The Nice Guys is a new movie from Shane Black who’s made a career out of writing movies about two guys who aren’t scared to shoot a few guns now and again.
This one takes place in the year 1977 in the town Los Angeles California and stars Ryan Gosling and Russell Crowe as a couple of guys who don’t appear to have any friends. Gosling is an alcoholic private detective who’s a bit of a screwball. He has a precocious thirteen-year-old daughter who doesn’t ever seem to go to bed. His character isn’t really recognized as a hunk like he is in real life but that’s okay unless it’s all you want in an actor.

Crowe is a for-hire tough guy who doesn’t seem to be scared of much at all. If you thought you were tired of seeing Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling in movies and don’t find their combination refreshing, fear not because them and the words that were written for them to say are the best parts of this movie.
It doesn’t feel necessary to tell you what the story is about because the story isn’t that good. But if you’re interested because you gotta write a book report on the movie’s novelization and you haven’t read it yet then here’s a taste: it has to do with a porno taking down the Detroit auto industry. See? Kind of stupid. But it’s the plot that brings our two award winners together, forming a team not unlike every other team in every other Shane Black movie.  
There’s a nice sprinkling of nudity, a decent amount of swearing, some great actions sequences, an era-appropriate soundtrack that makes you go, “right, these songs again”,  and a scene with a strange little boy who makes a simply outrageous claim. There’s a lot of smoking, a fair bit of blood, lots of glass breaking and a lot of people falling from things.
The real advantage this movie has over other movies like The Jungle Book is the amount of wise-cracks between the two leads. If you’re looking for a love story then stick to The Jungle Book because there is nary an adult female lead to be found unless you count Kim Basinger who doesn’t even stand up in the movie.   
Taking into account the preceding analysis and the fact I sat beside this weird guy who kept coughing, snorting, burping, adjusting his pants, checking his cellphone, and chowing down on a foul-smelling bun during the screening, I give The Nice Guys six Shane Black screenplays out of ten craft service cracker baskets, and would recommend it to anyone who’s scared of missing part of a movie because they have to go to the bathroom in the middle.