Summer
Movie Review
MIAMI
VICE
This is not your
father's Miami Vice.
Or it's not my Miami
Vice, which premiered 22 years ago in my 19th year.
And it's certainly
not Michael Mann's old Miami Vice, which Michael Mann
never directed. (The pilot was directed by hour-long-pilot-directing
king, Thomas Carter.)
Mann & Yerkovich's
Miami Vice TV show was a show that started off as innovative
and quickly was so imitated and analyzed that it was kitsch before its
third season arrived. Miami Vice arrived three years into the
run of Hill Street Blues, which had broken ground by being raw
and handheld and very personal. Vice took cops who drank, farted,
and suffered loss and then added pastel blue and pink paint, working the
canvas of 1983's Scarface from the side of the undercover cop.
By 1995, Mann had
delivered the best slick cops & robbers movie of all time,
Heat. After achieving that, he seemed to be looking for a different
kind of challenge. The Insider started showing a more rough-hewn
style with rough close-ups, imperfect exteriors and, as always, brilliant
acting. Mann broke out the digital camera for the first time in Ali,
mixing film and digital in the fight scenes which, I still feel, are
the best ever shot even if the story structure of the movie had a bit
to be desired. Mann got the feel of the fight.
2004's Collateral
was the first studio movie ever released that was shot almost all in
digital. (Dion Beebe and others on the show claimed that 40%
of the movie was on conventional film but later fessed up to the fact
that it was almost all digital. Like Miami Vice, there are still
a few things you simply can't get done digitally
though the list
gets shorter every year.)
Mann took a fairly
conventional piece of genre writing, a great gimmick and a major movie
star combined with a budding movie star. And then he made it the way
he wanted to make it.
And now, Miami
Vice.
Miami Vice
starts with a bang and rarely stops for a breath. Even when it gets
quiet, those moments are packed with emotion or evil or sex.
Miami Vice
is that summer movie that a lot of people have been waiting for, something
for the adults to see, something that demands that you pay attention,
something that doesn't pre-chew your experience for you and drop it
into your beak like a mama bird, something with adults having relationships
(with their clothes on and off) and dealing with some serious issues
and lots of guns & drugs.
There is not a single
identifying thing from the TV series in the body of the film except
for the character names and the fact that they deal with vice. The first
thing that strikes you is the visual style, which is completely different.
This is Mann & Beebe's Collateral-eyed view of the world,
but instead of the dingy gray of Los Angeles, there are the bright skies,
blue seas, and thick, clouded rainy atmosphere of South Florida, alternatively
beautiful and ugly and magically real.
The second big variation
is the storytelling which, unlike MVTV, or really any television series,
doesn't spend much time telling us where the ride is going. Basil Exposition
is on permanent vacation
no need for Sir Ian here. Mann's characters
- he wrote the script also - are people of actions, not verbosity. They
live what they are feeling, thinking and doing on the screen. This may
be a little jarring in the first 15 minutes, as you try to catch up
with exactly what's going on. But you will catch up. And, by the third
act in particular, the pay off will be that you feel like you are in
the experience and not watching the experience.
Mann has dealt with
sex before in his work. Most of his movies have an interesting sexual
undercurrent. But here he lets his character get down to business. As
a result, we get to learn a lot more about Jamie Foxx than I
ever expected to in his scenes with Naomie Harris. (Seeing Mr.
Farrell and Ms. Gong exposed is not such a surprise.) But in the Foxx
scenes, we also get one of the most beautifully shot acts of intimacy
to be shown on screen in a long time. Mann, as is so often the case,
gets to the heart of getting busy without needing to reach for the more
graphic imagery.
On the other hand,
give the guy a gun, and he'll blow some holes in people.
My greatest surprise
pleasure in this film was Mann's casting choices and the execution (figurative
and often literal) of his actors. It's always fun to see Barry Shabaka
Henley in Mann's projects. But here Mann came up with a whole new
group of players. The brilliant Ciarin Hinds is here, subverting
his Irish accent for a somewhat southern one. In fact, Mann has a bunch
of English and Irish actors (Tony Curran, Eddie Marsan)
playing Miamians. He also has Me, You & Everyone We Know's
and Deadwood's John Hawkes on board. And even Domenick
Lombardozzi, who is suddenly familiar after a multi-show guest stint
on Entourage. Elizabeth Rodriguez is a terrific surprise
as the Gina Calabrese character, neither brunette nor hisp-talian.
She doesn't get a load of lines, but she can handle a gun and when she
gets a line, she can handle that too.
But the biggest
joys were, first, Gong Li, in what is easily her best, most raw
performance yet in English. Mann didn't just want a beautiful woman,
but he wanted a performance that stripped her to her freckles. And he
gets it. It starts a little chilly and accent distracting. But as the
movie progresses, this turns into a really lovely and intimate piece
of work from this actress.
Even more surprising
were Luis Tosar and John Ortiz as the baddest bad guys
in the piece. Tosar is known more in Spain and Ortiz hasn't really gotten
The Break before, but Mann's choices with both of them were to
take characters that could have been over the top and ratcheted them
down to dry, smart, scary performances. Tosar plays the Kingpin, Jesus
Montoya, who doesn't move much, has a fifth level of hell beard and
facial hair (the most powerful on-screen eyebrows since Belushi) and
an absolutely terrifying calm. And Ortiz, who plays the Local Guy who
runs operations for Montoya in Miami, has the showier role and works
it with real glee, but never becomes an evil movie caricature. It really
is a brilliant performance. Early on I was thinking, "I guess
Bardem (who loved working with Mann in a tiny Collateral role)
was busy." But by the end of the picture, I was glad that one of
the world's greatest actors wasn't there because these guys were so
brilliant and so unexpected.
Telling you too much
about the storyline is not only a spoiler, but an irritant. You kinda
know already. They go deep, deep, deep undercover in the most dangerous
possible situation. Romance, guns, drugs, boats, planes, and trouble
ensue.
In the meanwhile,
Mann & Beebe get some exterior images that literally took my breath
away. The digital look of the film becomes familiar within 20 minutes
or so and offers imagery of the streets of Miami, South
America, and Havana in colors that speak to the real beauty of those
places, not the movie dream of them. You know you are the hands
of masters.
The first acts drags
a little, though I suspect on second viewing it will go down more easily.
And then there is the great feeling I had walking away from the screening
room. This movie will play and play and play and play.
No, it's not quite
Heat. I do look forward to Mann working in this digital format
with stars as iconic as Pacino and DeNiro. Foxx is solid as a rock here.
And Colin Farrell, who gets a little clumsy when he has to do
speeches with his American accent, gives Mann exactly what was needed
when we feel the moment in his eyes or gestures.
For me, this a big
step from Collateral, which was a gimmick movie
a good
gimmick, some good actors, a great visual styling (the digital production
is not the gimmick I mean), but ultimately it is a clock film with
a forced relationship that has to stick to that clock and a massive
movie star playing an ice cold killer. Miami Vice is more free
to roam. And because of it, the box office might not be as strong. On
the other hand, it might be stronger, because this, to me, is a much
more interesting, challenging, better movie.
I kind of expect
it to split critics and audiences. But I also expect it to age really
well over time. And that is the price that Michael Mann so often
pays for being Michael Mann. Thank goodness he is willing to
do it for all of us.
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