After the mega success of the astonishingly ambitious Lego Movie, directing duo Phil Lord and Christopher Miller return to Jump Street for a follow-up that’s virtually identical to the first flick, only sequel-ier: the villains are meaner, the action’s more complex, and everything looks significantly pricier.

But surprise, surprise, 22 Jump Street is totally aware of this, and at every turn mocks its own bloated budget and overall sameness. While this meta shtick leads to some very funny moments (Jonah Hill and Channing Tatum’s undercover cops are repeatedly told to do the exact same thing as last time to make everyone happy), it’s not quite enough to justify a total rehash of what we saw two years ago in 21 Jump Street.

Fortunately, the stars’ buddy-cop chemistry hasn’t waned a bit. Hill’s neurotic Schmidt still goes great with Tatum’s well-meaning meathead, Jenko. Now in college, they’re once again tasked to “infiltrate the dealers, find the supplier” of a new drug called WHYPHY that’s left one scholar dead. The fresh twist is that Schmidt’s no longer cool and Jenko’s back to being big man on campus at a beer-chugging, football-loving frat house.

While this feels like a step back for Lord and Miller, that’s only because they’ve spoiled us with such inspired stuff in the past. Stacked against Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, 21 Jump Street, The Lego Movie, even Clone High, this is their sloppiest effort to date. But that’s like whining about cake. For the most part, 22 Jump Street is absolutely hilarious and probably the funniest movie we’re going to get all summer—maybe even the rest of the year.

And good luck to Marvel for topping those closing credits.