Colin Farrell
Jamie Foxx
Gong Li
Luis Tosar
John Ortiz
Naomie Harris
Ciaran Hinds
Barry Shabaka Henley
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If there is one recent trend in Hollywood filmmaking I can't abide, it
is adapting old television series into big-budget motion pictures. While
every so often you get one that works, such as The Fugitive or the
first Mission: Impossible, most of the time you are stuck with smug,
self-parodying drivel among the likes of the Charlie's Angels films,
Bewitched or The Dukes of Hazzard.
With its bright pastel
colors and fashion and '80s pop soundtrack, one would have expected the new
film version of Miami Vice to be another two-hour lame spoof probably starring Owen
Wilson and Chris Tucker.
Thankfully, it's quite the opposite. Directed and written by the show's co-creator, Michael Mann, Miami Vice
opens with Miami undercover detectives Sonny Crockett (Colin Farrell) and
Ricardo Tubbs (Jamie Foxx) learning of a high-level leak has led to the
slaughter of undercover federal agents and the murder of an informant
friend's family. Pulled into the case by the Feds, their investigation
takes them straight to the doorstep of a group of Central American drug and
weapons traffickers whose network runs worldwide, led by Arcángel de Jesús
Montoya (Luis Tosar), his second-in-command Jose Yero (John Ortiz) and
Isabella (Gong Li), Montoya's mistress and money manager of the
operation.
Crockett, Tubbs and their team works to infiltrate the group responsible
for the deaths, but things begin to get complicated. Crockett begins a
romantic relationship with Isabella, and for Tubbs, it's the provocation of
wanting to get revenge for the deaths of his informant friend, his family,
and an assault on a fellow team member whom Tubbs is involved with, Trudy
(Naomie Harris).
In terms of story and character, Miami Vice is fairly routine
police thriller material. We don't learn all that much about either Crockett
or Tubbs aside from surface materials, and there are no big surprises or
twists to be found in the plot as it heads toward its action-packed finale.
Considering that Mann also wrote such crime genre winners as Thief,
Heat and Collateral, you would expect something a little more
complex and developed.
Then again, "deep" and "complex" were two things that the television
series never were. Miami Vice has always been about style over
substance, which is exactly what you get with the movie. A lot of directors
would have been content with just that and tried to make as slick, and dumb,
a movie as possible.
But Michael Mann isn't one of those people. He is one of the few
filmmakers in Hollywood today that certainly knows how to make style
substantial. His eye and ear for details regarding police and drug
trafficking procedure and expert staging of individual scenes help elevate
the material, and with the help of his Collateral cinematographer
Dion Beebe (using hand-held High Definition cameras), Mann also creates
terrific atmosphere and sustaining of intensity in the Florida night.
Foxx and Farrell make for a solid duo, even if their interactions seem a
bit on the nominal side in terms of sentiment (cracking one or two quick
jokes might have helped a bit). That missing emotion, and the film's areas
of humanity and heart, can be found in the relationship scenes between
Farrell and Li and Foxx and Harris. Tosar is a bit underused as the shadowy
drug lord Montoya, but Ortiz is fun in a Scarface way as Montoya's
underling. Ciaran Hinds and Barry Shabaka Henley are also good if a bit
underused as FBI agent Fujima and Lieutenant Castillo, respectively.
Miami Vice may not be the most original or best movie that Michael
Mann has made (that honor is a tossup between Thief and The
Insider), but it is a fast-paced, gritty and involving action thriller
that stands head and shoulders above much else released by Hollywood
so far this summer.