Another zillion-dollar dud. Eddie Murphy plays the title character, a reformed smuggler on the surface of the moon in 2087 whose dance club has been targeted for takeover by an organized-crime kingpin. (Apparently the plot of Harlem Nights has been cryogenically preserved.) Randy Quaid has a few funny moments as Nash’s robotic bodyguard, and John Cleese delivers some good lines as the virtual chauffeur of a stolen limousine. Screenwriter Neil Cuthbert also penned the quirky superhero comedy Mystery Men, but the crowd I saw this with had trouble finding anything to laugh at, and I left the theater depressed to realize that when we finally travel to distant galaxies they’ll wind up looking like Planet Hollywood. Director Ron Underwood squanders a terrific cast, including Jay Mohr, Joe Pantoliano, Peter Boyle, Pam Grier, Illeana Douglas, Luis Guzman, Burt Young, James Rebhorn, and Rosario Dawson as Murphy’s predictably light-skinned love interest. 96 min.