Judge Reinhold is in a truck barreling down the highway chased by angry cops when he turns to Eddie Murphy at the wheel and says something we’re all feeling: “God, I missed you, Axel.”

We get our sarcastic and sweet Axel Foley once again in Netflix’s “Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F,” exactly 30 years since 1994’s “Beverly Hills Cop III.” Is the new movie any good? Who cares?

The fourth outing brings back not just Murphy and Reinhold, but also long-time co-stars Paul Reiser, John Ashton and Bronson Pinchot. Kevin Bacon, Taylour Paige and Joseph Gordon-Levitt make their debuts.

The plot is simple: Murphy’s Foley is living his best cop life in Detroit — destroying things spectacularly — when he’s asked to urgently return to Beverly Hills to help his estranged daughter, played with real grit by Paige. He then gets caught up in a murder case that has dirty cops and lets him make fun of snooty Beverly Hills.

Newcomers may be puzzled by the slow pace and ’80s feel of the Mark Molloy-directed sequel. It’s not as funny as previous ones or ambitious in the way sequels for beloved franchises have become. But it has Murphy blowing stuff up and joking about it — all we need, really.

“(Expletive), Foley. Here we go again,” says Ashton, playing the exasperated chief of police, and that sentiment runs through the fourth entry. All you need to make your Gen X friends happy is a montage of Murphy behind the wheel while “The Heat Is On” by Glenn Frey plays.

There are also a lot of vehicles commandeered in “Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F,” perhaps a nod to the advanced age of the core group. There’s a snowplow, a helicopter, a golf cart and trucks, none of which are returned in mint condition.

The screenwriters — Will Beall, Tom Gormican and Kevin Etten — leave plenty of space for Murphy to improvise but also craft some surprisingly strong dialogue between Foley and his adult daughter, both nursing hurt feelings.

“You didn’t fight. I’m your daughter. The only thing you’ve ever fought for is your job,” she says.

“Look, we both messed this thing up. All right? Let’s just call it even.” Come for the explosions, stay for the heart-to-hearts.

A lot has changed in the three decades since Foley was breaking rules and skulls, and there’s the feeling of a requiem as these aged men go into battle again. “They don’t want swashbucklers out there anymore. They want social workers,” Reiser’s detective quips.

There are jokes about Wesley Snipes, small yappy dogs and Spirit Airlines; a scary shootout on sprawling Wilshire Boulevard; a soundtrack with way too much synth; and an inside joke about the last sequel, a stinker: Gordon-Levitt goes through all of Foley’s brushes with the California police and says “ ’94 — not your finest hour.”

“Axel F” is not exactly Murphy’s finest hour, either. But the actor just saying “Jesus!” is funny. Let’s hope we don’t have to wait another 30 years for our next Axel Foley fix.

MPA rating: R (for language throughout, violence and brief drug use)

Running time: 1:57

How to watch: Netflix