| Somewhere out there pervading the entity that is Hollywood is a well-known formula for taking a successful idea and manipulating it into a piece of trash, one saturated with advertisements and shameless plugs and built to take every great idea from the original, amplify its frequency, and then present the stale uncreative concoction to the viewing public. This, my friends, is a formula for sequel-making. Where do I begin? MIB2 takes all the funny jokes, creative aliens, and inventive plot lines from the original movie, ties them together with rubber bands, and ships the big ball of shit to movie theaters across the world. Honestly, there is little in this film that establishes it as a separate movie from the original-- I actually fell asleep while watching and upon waking thought I was watching the first Men In Black. And with all the product plugs and sneaky advertisements in the film, you know for damn sure that the producers are only looking to fill their pockets with the hard-earned dough coughed up by the parents of little Billy and little Sally who desperately want the new MIB-mobile toy car or the atomizer phazer water pistol. Given this blatant attempt at earning revenue and nothing more, you'd think George Lucas was responsible for this film. Will Smith isn't funny, Tommy Lee Jones has all his funny lines revealed during the trailers, and the rest of the cast just bask in their mediocrity. Even Johnny Knoxville isn't the least bit funny, which proves that unless he's setting himself on fire or crashing into brick walls while riding in shopping carts, he's about as hilarious as brain cancer. I would have given this stinker a lower score but the CGI animated short ("ChubbChubbs") preceding the movie had me rolling in my seat with laughter. It's sad when four minutes of stupid animation wholly outshines a full length movie that costs 20 times as much to produce. |
