I’m not a big fan of cartoon violence. If you’re going to be violent, shoot the guy in the head, don’t dump him in a garbage can. The cartoon violence in “Crocodile Dundee” was tolerable because the film was somewhat of a novelty. That’s much less the case in “Crocodile Dundee II,” because there’s more garbage and less novelty. Thankfully, the movie shifts from Manhattan back to Australia, where it catches a bit of a second wind, although the drug cartel, damsel-in-distress plot is cliché for 1988. I waited almost 30 years before I ever saw it. So can you.