Passably funny, on-and-off hilarious and surprisingly with heart, ‘Men in Black 3’ fails to bring up something new. It’s the same old busting alien criminals and then neuralyzing human witnesses after.
Agent J and Agent K are still hand-in-hand in hilarity-filled cleaning of alien mess-ups and neuralyzing human witnesses of the crime. There is a staleness filling the air. J (Will Smith, ‘The Pursuit of Happiness’) has had gone nuts with K’s (Tommy Lee Jones, ‘The Fugitive’) grumpy old attitude which seemed senseless in a snap as 40-year-in-prison extraterrestrial criminal Boris “The Animal” (Jermaine Clement who is now physically different than usual with crawlers coming off his hand and symbiosis-generated dart weapon to kill random aliens, and people) had snuck out of his jail cell (which happened in a very awkwardly stupid way) and seeks vengeance for his long lost arm, which happened to be caused by K.
The bitterest anger inside Boris had gone above resistance and decided to go back in time and change the fate of his…well, arm and kill Agent K once and for all and secondly initiate an alien invasion. Meanwhile, Agent J wakes up in the morning craving for chocolate milk which in this movie’s reality is a significant symptom to learn on whether or not you’re nudged from the time continuum. It seemed to sound dumb however still considerable because me myself could not understand the concept of it, at all either [time continuum and stuff-ish]. Agent O, now head of the MiB, is convinced that Agent J must travel back in 1967 to save K whom had same flames with her. Agent J is then set to a racist time to save his partner and the whole world more importantly – really convenient.
When I was in my childhood, I was extremely glued to Will Smith’s sudden craziness and the fun in ‘Men in Black’. This is even more highlighted when you learned that your teacher is an extraterrestrial, which would be fun. I would have given her an alien slime as my science project. The 2002 model of the slapstick hit, not so much and it was recycled as though a crappy remake horror. 10 years later, I am now walking the lines of annoyance and like – unnecessary.
Of all the extravagant graphic reinventions involved in MiB3, the best input they have done is having the young K played by Josh Brolin. He was smart, funny and confident and almost even to the most charming star in the bunch, Smith, tried and tested folks. If we speak charm, Michael Stuhlbarg plays a non-cloying-sweet and charming extraterrestrial that brings a little more sense to the movie. The painful truths are better than the bitterest lies. (At least that’s what the line sounds like) Griffin intelligently says.
Nostalgic to the 90’s babies and sometimes exasperating to the earlier and latter ones, ‘Men in Black 3’) tries to prove that the spark of them neuralyzers have never stopped working. Sometimes remarkable, sometimes not; if we are expecting another sequel, it would be an on-and-off relationship then.
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