The idea for "Men in Black," the latest alien opus about cracking down
on extraterrestrials hiding out on earth, conjures up a galaxy of
surreal comic potential. If you're looking for a moderately
entertaining, mega-budgeted, "Far Side" farce that vapor locks just shy
of "Ghostbusters," "Men in Black" is your ticket. Even if this uneven
outer limits comedy doesn't beam you up, its alleged
million-dollar-per-minute special effects that infest the plot with a
spawn of dorky aliens should impress you. Mind you, nothing in this delightful movie should give you nightmares. Despite its abundant
sight-gags and eye-popping aliens, "Men in Black" frizzles because it
relies on the familiar 'oxidize the earth' plot. "Men-In-Black" is a great looking movie hampered by a lame plot. Based
on Lowell Cunningham's obscure but sensational Marvel comic from the
early 1990s, the story sounds like "Dragnet" meets "Ghostbusters." The
subversive but inventive Ed Solomon script struggles to keep a deadpan
lid on its diabolical lunacy so its gags will appear twice as funny.
Basically, it's the old idea of getting more mileage out of a joke by
telling it as if you weren't aware of the humor.
The irreverent "Men in Black" (**1/2 out of ****) humor is so dry and sporadic that it
sometimes fails to enthrall. Remember "Dragnet" with its "just the facts, m'am" deadpan humor? You know you're watching a comedy, and you
even laugh at what you see. After all, you know these guys are
straining to be hilarious. But they're not funny enough all the time to
make you forget they're struggling so hard to make you laugh. Solomon
wastes too much time integrating Will Smith's character into the action
and not enough time incorporating Linda Fiorentino's character. The
story never generates any genuine suspense, just a lot of pastel slime. The
ending is outrageously implausible even by the wacky elastic standards
of this fantasy. Nevertheless, "Men in Black" doesn't wear out its welcome.
Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith impersonate a couple of laced-strait
Federal agents who work for a ultra-hush, hush agency known only as INS
Division 6. Headquartered out of sight in Manhattan, INS 6 licenses,
monitors, and polices all alien activity on Earth. According to the
movie, about fifteen-hundred aliens reside on the planet in a state of
apolitical harmony. Any alien critter that goes AWOL gets busted by
these INS 6 dudes.
When we first meet J (Will Smith of "Hancock"), he is fleet-footed NYPD detective James Darrel Edwards, III, who has experienced a close encounter with a nimble dude in a green jacket. INS 6 recruits him because he nearly caught the
alien. (If Will Smith doesn't watch out, he is going to be type-cast as
the John Wayne of alien butt kickers.) INS 6 chief Zed (Rip Torn) teams
J with veteran alien buster K (Tommy Lee Jones of "Rolling Thunder"). Even if you can
tolerate the long expository build up, the story suffers again because
these characters never develop the camaraderie of the "Ghostbusters."
After a UFO crashes into his Chevrolet pick-up truck, a creepy redneck farmer,
Edgar (Vincent D'Onofrio), goes gunning for the aliens. They're a bunch
of murderously mutant cockroaches. They zap Edgar instead and take
control of his body. (This scene recalls the Stephen King episode in
the 1982 movie "Creepshow.") Edgar stumbles through the rest of the
movie like a zombie. He's on a weird quest to kill two Arkillian aliens
disguised as human and pinch a trinket hanging around a cat's neck that
contains the galaxy. When he gets it, the Arkillian threat to atomize
the planet unless our heroes can recover the bauble.
What we don't learn about the aliens, the filmmakers are happy to show
us. Aliens galore infest "Men in Black." They resemble mutants sprung
from the island of Dr. Seuss. None are particularly threatening, but
some are ugly and squid-like. The scene where J assists a mother alien
in birth is pretty funny, but it doesn't match the impact of the Billy
Crystal calf delivery in "City Slickers." Juveniles will drool over the
flashy gadgets. One device called a "neuralizer" resembles a tire gauge
crossed with a pin-light. Our heroes use it to erase the short term
memory of any spectators that they encounter in the line of duty.
Remember, we're not supposed to know that the aliens walk among us. Our
heroes don their cool looking Ray Bans to dampen the effect on them.
The Ray Bans are already available in stores, but you'll probably have
to wait for the chrome plated guns. Judging from its opening weekend
haul of $50 million plus dollars, "Men in Black" should at least
inspire a sequel as well as merchandising out the universe. There's a
cartoon series already in the works.
Director Barry Sonnenfeld pulls out all stops. The hokey dragon-fly in
the opening scene sets the smart aleck tone for the movie. One of the
best scenes is the jewelry store confrontation which the movie makers
have already given up in the previews of "Men in Black." The witty use
of tabloid newspapers to tell the real truth is ironic, and the real
story behind the New York's World Fair is a hoot! Sonnenfeld keeps the
light weight action moving at light speed. Sometimes the movie zips by
so quickly they you have trouble keeping up with it. But "Men in Black"
lacks the bizarre finesse of Sonnenfeld's two "Adams Family" movies. No
complaints about the casting. Tom Lee Jones of "The Fugitive" delivers
the kind of stoic performance that would put Jack Webb to shame.
Jones's grim-faced, buttoned-down expressions would be the envy of
Detective Sergeant Friday. Jones proves himself a master comedian with
impeccable timing again and again in "Men in Black." William Smith of
"Independence Day" blends his streetwise, Ebonic, home boy charm with
the sartorial elegance of his character as an interesting contrast to
Jones' tight-lipped stooge. These co-stars work well together, except
that their cardboard characters never evolve in the two frantic days
covered in the movie.
"Men in Black" misfires more often than hits. You exit the movie
theatre dazzled by the seamless special effects, but you may find that
the dry, off-beat humor as memorable as a flash of light from a
neutralizer.