By Kit Bowen
Story
Assuming you’ll be able to understand about
half of what’s being said due to the mumbling and thick accents, here’s the gist of this
Miami Vice: James “Sonny” Crockett (
Colin Farrell) and Ricardo “Rico” Tubbs (
Jamie Foxx) are the unsmiling leaders of a top-notch Miami-Dade vice squad, whose job it is to take down the bad guys. But when they go deep undercover to expose yet another global drug cartel—which includes factions of the Aryan brotherhood (nice bunch)--their lives are put on the line, especially after Crockett ends up falling for Chinese-Cuban Isabella (
Gong Li), an intoxicating player for the other side. So, back and forth we go: The good guys have the drugs; the bad guys want them back; the boys drive speed boats real fast, have sex with their girls in the shower—blah, blah, blah—until
finally some action. And when it all goes down, it goes down
hard. [Cue the synthetic drum solo.]
Acting
Although you do miss a bit of that
Don Johnson spirit,
Farrell and
Foxx actually hold up just fine as the re-envisioned Crockett and Tubbs, minus the jovial rapport and pink T-shirts. They look good in the Armani suits, with stubbly faces and the dark sunglasses, talking the talk and wielding firearms like pros. Everyone around them are equally
Vice-esque, especially the two female detectives—Trudy Joplin and Gina Calabrese—brought back from the original show. Played by
Naomie Harris (
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest) and
Elizabeth Rodriguez (
Blow), respectively, these girls simply kick ass. The only one who sticks out like a sore thumb is
Gong Li. She looks the part—all steely and indifferent—but once the accomplished Chinese actress (
Memoirs of a Geisha) opens her mouth, she is way out of her element. It’s actually cringe-worthy, watching her try to be tough, speaking languages (even Spanish) she is not at all familiar with. And on top of that,
Gong and
Farrell have zero chemistry, making their supposedly steamy love scenes tepid indeed. What a waste of good-looking skin.
Direction
Michael Mann is arguably one of the best writer/directors of crime drama today, having crafted such sleek hard-hitters as
Heat and
Collateral. Returning to the innovative ‘80s show that helped put him on the map must have been a no-brainer, even if he was reluctant to do it at first. Apparently,
Mann wanted to make
Vice originally as a gritty feature film but got pigeonholed by the network. Maybe that was good thing, because in holding back a bit,
Mann managed to make it one of the coolest crime series ever, combining pulse-racing action with synergized music. But after getting burnt out by the network grind,
Mann is back to revisit the
Vice world again, taking it in the direction he originally planned. This
Miami Vice is a hard, cruel place, almost
too serious. There’s the little
Mann stamps all over it—the overhead shots, the clipped dialogue, the grainy night vistas—but what’s happened between the first
Vice and now is how tired the subject matter has become. Undercover cops/drug smuggling movies are old hat, something we’ve seen played out hundreds of times before. And unfortunately, Mann offers nothing new. Maybe he should have just left well enough alone.