WilliamJ said:
i thought the O chick was hot. i enjoyed the film and it exceeded my expectations.
You must have not been expecting much
http://ae.charlotte.com/entertainme...html?id=272190&reviewId=21178&startDate=NEXT7
The worst 'Vice'? Boring audiences
Lawrence Toppman
The Charlotte Observer
Published: Thursday, July 27, 2006
If you really must see "Miami Vice" (and you mustn't), buy a ticket to something better, then slip into "Vice" at the 95-minute mark and watch the last third of the movie. No one involved will profit by your curiosity, and you won't miss a thing of importance.
The first two-thirds can be summed up in three simple sentences. Miami detectives go undercover to learn why an FBI drug sting ended in disgrace. They discover a link between Aryan supremacists and a guy who moves drugs and weapons. One detective falls for the villain's Chinese-Cuban lover.
The rest is superficial window dressing. Detectives Crockett and Tubbs (Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx) glower when girlfriends are in jeopardy, half-furrow foreheads untroubled by thought or look soulfully at the Miami moon. Cops bark orders. The villain's henchman (John Ortiz) auditions for the Tony Montana role in any potential "Scarface" remake: "Choo know wha I do? I trow her away. I leave her head een wan place, her leg een anodder. Choo effer see dat?")
How could director Michael Mann, who was executive producer of the 1984 TV show, make such an astonishing mistake? He has traded speed for sloth and cool for grunge. He's expanded what could've been a taut hour on the show - maybe a 90-minute extended episode - into a mindless meditation on the perils of the drug trade, while all the characters remain nonentities.
He and co-writer Anthony Yerkovich, who worked on the series, think they've humanized Crockett and Tubbs by making them mopey automatons. They've given the men permanent girlfriends with whom they have perfunctory sex, possibly so we won't think the detectives are gay. (Not that they show emotion toward each other, either.)
But Mann and Yerkovich neglect the plot, which fits on the back of a postcard, forget key elements of it and stretch credulity past the breaking point. Isabella (Gong Li) tells drug kingpin Montoya (Luis Tosar) that she slept with Crockett to learn his secrets, and Montoya doesn't flinch. But when he sees the two of them dancing, he goes berserk.
The visual elements, Mann's strong point in "Collateral" and "Heat," are as murky as the plot. The hot pastels of the TV show have become smeary browns and subdued grays and blues in the nighttime tropics.
Naomie Harris, who makes something out of the tiny role of Tubbs' teammate and lover, has no peer in the film. Many of the leading actors - especially Tosar, Gong Li and Farrell - may be hampered by working in English, a language uncongenial to them. But how to account for Foxx, who phones in a "Stealth"-quality performance? Either he was looking past this movie to his Christmas role in "Dreamgirls," or he gave everything he had in "Ray" and is now shooting blanks.