By Abby Garnett
By Amy Nicholson
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Inkoo Kang
By Alan Scherstuhl
By Amy Nicholson
By Mood Indigo, reviewed
By Stephanie Zacharek
You would expect these two to "grow" a bit in the course of the movie. But K is pretty much a straight-faced alien-buster throughout, and J remains his wide-eyed rookie. The filmmakers can't think of what to do with them except play out again and again their obvious temperamental differences, and so, conceptually at least, the pairing isn't on a much higher level than the Danny Glover-Mel Gibson stuff in the Lethal Weapon movies, which also played its groove into the ground. The black-white cop combo doesn't come to much in Men in Black, as if racial humor was supposed to be out of bounds in a film like this.
There's a particularly good racial joke that's never developed: J is riding high in the retro-'60s law enforcement culture that is famously lily-white. There should be a sweet payback in his triumph, but the filmmakers don't want to recognize it. Their deliberate colorblindness with regard to the cops is a copout and typical of the film's pussyfooting. There's nothing in this movie that will faze teens.
New Yorkers probably will be unfazed too. Manhattan is infested with aliens? So what else is new? The comic horror of the city has finally found its metaphor. But there's no malice in the film's disclosure about aliens-in-hiding; it comes across instead as a valentine to Manhattan grunge. The filmmakers aren't playing up the soullessness of city life; they're celebrating its crazy-making, anything-can-happen fizz.
Thankfully, you'll find no sentimentality for the simple rural life in Men in Black. This is a city-slicker comedy. It's no accident that the worst of the aliens--the one who is attempting to bring doom upon the Earth--is an immense cockroach-like creature who has taken over the body of a yokel named Edgar (Vincent D'Onofrio). With his rotting skin and cadaverous pallor, Edgar is a hayseed ghoul--he's his own compost heap.
The best moments in Men in Black are the ones in which the filmmakers allow you to catch their comic zigzags on the sly. In what is perhaps the film's best scene, K and J stop a car on a rural road, and it turns out the pregnant woman inside is really an alien about to give birth. As K grills the hubby outside the car, J looks in on the birth, and all we see, from a distance, is a giant tentacle flinging him about and bouncing him off the roof. Sonnenfeld showed a gift for malarkey in the Addams Family movies, and he keeps coming up with wiggy visual jokes here, like the chase on foot between J and an alien inside the sci-fi whorls of the Guggenheim Museum.
But there's also a harrowing ferocity to the alien effects that I think is a mistake. Sonnenfeld doesn't appear to recognize how horrific parts of this movie are or how discordantly that horror clangs with his deft tomfoolery. Filmmakers now have available to them a special-effects arsenal sophisticated enough to give even Hieronymus Bosch the willies--and too many of them pour on the frights regardless of how totally inappropriate those effects are for the movie. The filmmakers get carried away by their ability to up the gross-out ante.
Perhaps they think audiences won't sit still for anything less. But there's no reason why the gloppy grossouts in Men in Black have to be so frightening, except that Sonnenfeld and his alien-makeup expert, Rick Baker, and the other visual-effects artists probably couldn't resist going all the way. And so we see K squirming his way into the belly of the cockroach alien and then being spewed out. The way it's been designed and shot, the sequence comes across not as a sick joke but as an Aliens special, a nightmarish freakout. And yet this is supposed to be a comedy. (You wouldn't want to take young children to see this film.)
Is it too much to ask for filmmakers to show some restraint? What's being lost here is the simplicity that is possible in the realm of imaginative effects. You don't need mega-millions in hardware and computer enhancements to get a response from audiences. The biggest scream in The Lost World--and I actually saw it twice--came not when the T. rexes are pouncing but when a tiny coral snake slips down the shirt of an explorer. That should tell you something. And the biggest giggle in Men in Black comes when K is furiously shaking up an alien shaped like a tiny pug dog. The filmmakers responsible for many of the big new blockbusters appear to be on a crusade to show us how tough they are, even when they are trying to make us laugh. It's the wrong crusade.
Men in Black.
Written by Ed Solomon, based on the Malibu Comic The Men in Black by Lowell Cunningham. Directed by Barry Sonnenfeld. With Tommy Lee Jones, Will Smith, Tony Shalhoub, Rip Torn, Vincent D'Onofrio and Linda Fiorentino.
Join My Voice Nation for free stuff, film info & more!