Four stars. Rating: PG-13, for sci-fi action violence and some disgustingly unpleasant monsters
By Derrick Bang • Originally published in The Davis Enterprise, 5.25.12
Ten years may have passed, but nothing has changed: same gonzo hardware; same outrageous — and dangerous — aliens; same giddy Danny Elfman score; same stoic, sourpuss expression on Tommy Lee Jones’ face.
Come to think of it, Jones hasn’t
changed a jot in a decade. Perhaps he’s actually an alien in disguise?
Men in Black III is a hoot ’n’
a holler, and a welcome return to form after this series’ somewhat
disappointing sophomore installment, back in 2002. And while it’s still not
possible to recapture the 1997 original’s gleefully warped freshness, this
third entry’s writers — Etan Cohen, David Koepp, Jeff Nathanson and Michael
Soccio — have done a nifty job with an ingenious premise that stimulates plenty
of snarky one-liners.
On top of which, Will Smith’s
comic timing remains every bit as reliably droll as Jones’ slow, impassive
takes.
The narrative kicks off with a
slick jailbreak engineered by Boris The Animal (Jemaine Clement), a truly nasty
baddie with a morphology that gets ickier as the film proceeds. Boris — a
Boglodite who gets enraged when people add “The Animal” to his name — has been
incarcerated on the Moon for the past 40-plus years, where Agent K (Jones) put
him after a particularly nasty skirmish at Cape Canaveral, back on July 16,
1969.
If you don’t immediately register
the significance of that date, surrender your geek cred card at the door.
With Boris seeking vengeance,
Agent J (Smith) tries to pull the file on that old MIB case. Unfortunately, he
finds the information restricted: rather mysterious, given his usual security
clearance. Attempts to gain access get him nowhere; the new head of MIB, Agent
O (Emma Thompson), leaves him with an enigmatic warning: “Don’t ask questions
you don’t want the answers to.”
Funny thing, J reflects; that’s
precisely what K has said, on numerous occasions.
(Thompson’s Agent O has taken
over for Rip Torn’s Agent Zed, from the previous two films. For some reason,
Torn opted out of this installment.)
Although Boris makes an
obligatory violent — and gloppy — attempt to kill K, the Boglodite’s actual
plan is much more sinister. One behind-the-scenes time-jump later, Agent K’s
very existence has been wiped out; when J reports to work the following day,
he’s the only one who recalls his (suddenly former) partner.
Agent O, no dummy, immediately
suspects a temporal shift: K apparently has been killed back in the past, and J
knows just who did the dirty deed. Although surprised to learn that time travel
exists — something else apparently concealed from him — J nonetheless embraces
the assignment to travel back to 1969 one day sooner than Boris, in order to
set the timestream right.
A lot more than K’s existence
rides on J’s efforts. The altered timestream also has allowed a huge armada of
Boglodites to invade Earth, and planetwide destruction is imminent.
Back in 1969, J finds that — as
he was warned — things are, indeed, a bit different for folks with his skin
color (although the script doesn’t have nearly as much fun with racial tension
as it might). He also finds that K’s younger self (now played by James Brolin)
is open, friendly and interested in comradely companionship, as opposed to the
grumpy old coot J knows from their years as partners.
What, J wonders, could have
caused such a change?
Although the younger K doesn’t
initially accept the situation at face value, he eventually believes that J is
telling the truth. After all, the MIB team is accustomed to weirdness, even in
1969. The goal, then, is to anticipate Boris’ moves ... which proves difficult,
since J never got to read that all-important file.
In a film full of laugh-laden
performances and hilarious sight gags, Brolin’s work is startling. His
impersonation of Jones is so good, it’s spooky: same mannerisms and body
language, same clipped speech and flinty, squinty eyes. And yet the performance
isn’t fully identical, because it’s not supposed to be; the fun comes from the
way Brolin weaves kinder, gentler traits into the character we know so well
from Jones’ portrayal.
Smith also is a gas, as the often
exasperated and eternally put-upon J, forever trying to rise above the feeling
that he’s never more than a sidekick ... even back in the past, when he’s
technically older than K. That’s the chief delight of the Jones/Smith buddy
dynamic: K has grown comfortable with the oddness of his job, no matter how
crazy it gets, whereas J — reflecting the way we viewers would behave — always
is amazed, astonished and disgusted by the appearance and behavior of the
frequently gloppy aliens who’ve clandestinely infiltrated Earth for so long.
Michael Stuhlbarg (perhaps
remembered as the put-upon star of 2009’s A Serious Man) also stands out as
Griffin, a nervous alien whose multi-dimensional talents allow him to see the
upside, downside and middleside of every situation. He exists in a realm of
multiple possible realities, forever trying to determine which of many causalities
he’s currently experiencing: which lead to success and survival, which lead to
defeat and death.
Griffin is forever anxious and
curious, and Stuhlbarg has a lot of fun with this alien’s odd, rapid speech
patterns and beatific, Peter Pan demeanor.
Production designer Bo Welch also
has a good time, mostly with respect to the way he “antiquifies” the MIB tech.
Neuralyzers may also be standard equipment in 1969, but they’re powered by
battery packs; communication devices resemble first-gen, shoebox-sized
“portable” phones, albeit with more buttons and a shiny metal finish; and
so-called “jet packs” look like huge salt and pepper shakers (or Daleks, of Dr.
Who fame).
Make-up impresario Rick Baker’s
inventive, ooky and wonderful imaginative aliens — which earned him an Academy
Award, for the first Men in Black —are as wildly amusing as ever. Boris is
particularly horrible, but Baker also goes to town with numerous incidental
characters; he even turns Bill Hader, who plays an undercover MIB operative,
into Andy Warhol.
Sharp-eyed viewers will have fun
spotting the differences between modern (2012) aliens and their “retro” (1969)
counterparts; the former are sleek, polished and more adept at concealing
themselves, whereas the latter look more like the vein-encrusted, bug-eyed
monsters of classic sci-fi pulp magazine covers (or Tim Burton’s Mars
Attacks).
Don’t blink, and you’ll also spot
Baker as a 1969 alien with an exposed brain.
Director Barry Sonnenfeld’s touch
remains appropriately frothy; even when a given situation is dire, the peril is
mitigated by a throwaway visual gag or a well-timed quip from Smith. Sonnenfeld
also knows not to pause on this film’s many bits of background business; such
details simply hover at the edges of each scene, waiting to be spotted. So yes
— as was true of this series’ earlier entries — you’ll probably want to watch
this film more than once.
Men in Black III doesn’t till
any fresh ground, but it raises a crop of giggles nonetheless. Sonnenfeld’s new
comedy has attitude, sparkle, imagination and well-concocted characters, which
sets it far above yawning junk like Battleship.
So: As long as Smith and Jones
keep wielding those neuralizers, I’ll keep coming back for more.
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