The Avengers has
been an unstoppable juggernaut since its release on May 4th. There
was only one super-powered being capable of knocking Marvel's magnum opus off
its box office perch and that would be Will Smith. The former Fresh Prince is a
guaranteed draw though I'm sure everyone would like to forget about Wild Wild West. But, Smith hasn't
starred in a film since 2008's overwrought Seven
Pounds and it's been a decade since the forgettable Men in Black II. Smith and Tommy Lee Jones slip comfortably back
into the suits and sunglasses for a $55 million Memorial Day opening.
An intergalactic biker assassin named Boris the Animal
(Jemaine Clement) has escaped from a maximum security prison on the Moon. Agent
K (Jones) was the one who not only apprehended Boris, but blew off his left arm
back in 1969. K also thwarted an invasion by Boris's people, the Boglodites, which
lead to their extinction. Boris plans to travel back in time and prevent all
this from happening. Agent J (Smith) literally jumps back to the 60's by
leaping off the Chrysler Building to team up with the younger K (Josh Brolin).
Men in Black III
was making headlines within the industry for the all the wrong reasons. The
script by Etan Cohen (Tropic Thunder)
went through multiple drafts by David Koepp and Jeff Nathanson, both of whom
went uncredited. This is nothing new for a big budget blockbuster, but going
into production without a completed screenplay is a rarity. With only the first
act set in stone, MIB3 went into
production in the fall of 2010 to take advantage of lucrative NY tax breaks
that were feared to expire by the end of the year. A scheduled two month break was
stretched to three as the rewrite process dragged on while some crew members
continued to be paid. All told the budget was rumored to have ballooned to $300
million.
After viewing Men in
Black III, it is clear the beleaguered writing process took its toll on the
threequel, which is rife with plot holes. The fact that J still remembers the
proper timeline is glanced over with a single line. Yet, it's never explained
how J is with MIB since the man who recruited him no longer exists or why the
aliens waited forty years to invade the Earth. MIB3 rehashes the fish out of water story from the previous
installments as J deals the culture shock of the 60's. Don't expect any deep
contemplation about Vietnam or political turmoil. Race relations are dealt with
in an amusing sequence where J is pulled over by a pair of prejudiced cops. J
is also befuddled by the primitive technology employed by the department back
in the day. The 60's section is where the film shines thanks to the
retro-futuristic production design by Bo Welch and the practical effects by
make-up wizard Rick Baker, who was obviously inspired by the drive-in classics
of the yesteryear. But, inconsistency raises its ugly head once more. The MIB are
hampered by portable neuralizers attached to cumbersome battery packs and
clunky looking jetpacks. Yet, they utilize gyroscopic monocycles that resemble
the 'It' from South Park that would
still be considered high tech in the future. While K's stoic demeanor has been
an accepted personality trait, the filmmakers saw a ridiculous need to explain
how he became this way. Never mind that K had lighthearted moments in the other pictures. Thus, the film builds to a final denouement that makes
little sense.
One of the reasons the original Men in Black succeeded was the chemistry between the smart alecky
Will Smith and the straight laced Tommy Lee Jones. Here, Jones is reduced to an
extended cameo with the bulk of the picture shouldered by Josh Brolin, who does
an uncanny impersonation of No Country
for Old Men co-star. Brolin's vocal mimicry is so good you'd swear they
dubbed Jones's voice over his. Bill Hader brings a much needed breath of fresh
air as Andy Warhol, who happens to be an undercover MIB agent. A spinoff
featuring the adventures of K and W in the seventies would have been more interesting
than what we actually get. Will Smith is in full quippy Will Smith mode even if
some of his humor ("I got no problem
pimp slapping the shiznit out of Andy Warhol.") is as outdated as the vintage MIB gadgets. My goodness, he doesn't even sing a goofy theme song. Luckily, the movie has a strong villain in
Jemaine Clement from Flight of the
Conchords. It helps that speaks like Tim Curry and looks like "Macho
Man" Randy Savage. Michael Stuhlbarg is also a great addition to the
franchise as a nebbish extraterrestrial with the unique ability to see all
possible timelines.
The perfect sequel should feel like a necessary continuation
of the series along with whetting the appetite for further films. Men in Black III didn't need to be made
and didn't make me clamor for Men in
Black IV. If you can look past a plot rife with clichés and plot holes,
you'll find an acceptable piece of popcorn entertainment. The demographic that
will enjoy Men in Black III the most will
likely be the kids who weren't even born when the first picture hit the
screens.
Rating: ** ½ (*****)
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