Men in Black is, in my eyes, the perfect blockbuster.
For one, it’s hilarious. The humor is a lot more layered than I remember (obviously, even though I wore the tape out as a kid). The cinematography is great and feels lifted from the pages of a comic book without ever lapsing into self-parody. I love the action sequences, and a villain this disgusting makes me feel something when he shows up. I need that. The costumes are fantastic (I…
The setup, acting, and stylistic choices are fantastic.
But the narrative fails the film, for me. It keeps me at a distance from the very things that put it in a position to be great, namely Pattinson (who seems bewildered and trapped behind his own eyes) and Dafoe. Thus, I was unable to follow each of them on their respective descents into madness because I didn’t really get a chance to care for or know them aside from some loose…