Film review by Colin Fraser MIAMI VICE |
TV's most fashionable vice police are back on duty. | score 2 |
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Cast Colin Farrell, Jamie Foxx, Li Gong, Justin Thereoux Director Michael Mann Screenwriter Michael Mann Country USA Rating / Running Time MA / 134 minutes Australian Release August 2006 Official Site (c) moviereview
2006
ABN 72 775 390 361 |
As
Hollywood continues to plunder popular television shows for a quick remake, and
an even quicker return, it was inevitable that ‘80’s seminal cop show Miami Vice would get its turn. Less
inevitable was the method. Those expecting a pastel-tinged rerun of fashionable
excess dressed up as policing were right to be nervous. In an uneasy alliance,
maverick director Michael Mann (Ali,
The Insider) was to steer more
conventional casting choices in Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx as Miami’s beloved
vice buck-stoppers, Sonny Crockett and Ricardo Tubbs. It is here the comparison
stops. Miami Vice bears as much
resemblance to the original as a Walkman does an MP3 player. They might share
the same name, but that is about it. For a start, these renegade cops spend
most of their time outside Miami. A South American cartel is planning a drop,
Sonny and Rico go undercover. It’s complicated when Sonny unexpectedly, and
unrealistically, falls in love. There are lots of guns and planes and
bloodshed. There is a lot of graphic, stomach churning violence. The
film slips straight into nightclub action - there are no opening credits –
where it’s tense and gritty. Sweaty. The feeling quickly dissolves as, in many
ways, this Miami Vice feels like
day-time soap cloaked as a thriller. Unrewarding angles and positions are
emphasised by Mann’s love of digital video, the kind that gave Collateral a suitable hot, greasy
light. Here it feels contrived and compounds the distance generated by cold
performances and the character’s mumbled, clichéd shorthand. These people don’t
converse, they barely even talk. A muddied, often implausible narrative is even
more alienating. Miami Vice is in sharp contrast to
its super-slick TV counterpart, despite closing like the hi-concept ‘80’s thriller
it is meant to be. Confused and embattled, you’re left wondering where the
frivolous hand of a Bruckheimer or Scott has gone when you need it most. // COLIN FRASER |