Director: Barry Sonnenfeld
Year Released: 2012
Rating: 2.0
Here we go again: Agent J (Will Smith) is, in this installment of the Men in Black franchise, sent back in time (what a tired concept that is) to save the life of his buddy Agent K (in 'modern times' it's still Tommy Lee Jones, in 1969 it's Josh Brolin playing Tommy Lee Jones) from some super alien (Jemaine Clement, who needs to go back to singing about too many dicks on the dance floor instead of pretending to be menacing). Apparently the 225 million dollar budget doesn't cover gaping plot holes, as this is so frustratingly absurd in its own internal logic it will not only produce an aneurysm in anyone that tries breaking it apart, but manages to make Inception seem blissfully simple - and straightforward - in comparison. Since the action scenes are nothing special and the best one-liner belongs to a toddler ("Mommy, the President is drinking my milk"), it's interesting to note Sonnenfeld's clear-cut disdain for high art, as "Andy Warhol" turns out to be a special agent for the Men in Black (played by Bill Hader), who "confesses" he's a sham and is sick of listening to sitars. It's okay, Barry: though you're probably richer than Warhol (when he was alive), in fifty years people will still be looking at those soup cans and no one will be watching this.
