InMen in Black: International, Tessa Thompson and Chris Hemsworth play humans who fire guns at aliens.
And the aliens are not stopped by those guns, so the humans have to fire bigger guns.
This happens in London, Paris, the Bay of Naples, and Morocco.
Credit: Giles Keyte/Sony
In this terrible reboot, theres no local flavor, or any flavor.
Its a special VIP-only MTA, reserved for travelers on all-expense business trips.
This fourquels a special bummer, because Thompson and Hemsworth shined together in 2017sThor: Ragnarok.
A good idea to reunite them, and thats it forInternationals good ideas.
Agent M starts off as Molly, a brilliant obsessive who believes in science and therefore disdains love.
Mollys persistent, even desperate.
She pitches herself hard for an MiB gig: Im smart.
I look good in black.
The rechristened M goes to London, at which point O pretty much disappears.
Im no geographer, but surely one should seemoreof Emma Thompson in London, not less?
Now, it seems a profound waste of Tessa Thompson to cast her as the square.
And she doesnt even get to play nerdly diligence for very long.
This is a generic extravaganza, conforming every character to the identity required by bland blockbuster effects.
In no time, this brainiacs wrestling aliens and free soloing up a rocky cliff.
Check,c’mon!Who still writes crud like that?
Screenwriters Art Marcum and Matt Holloway, I guess: Sorry, fellas, the people must be told.
And one of Chris Hemsworths first lines is Lets do this!
Were filling up our Cliche Bingo card now, if only someone yellsNow thats what Im talking about!
Hemsworth plays Agent H, a swaggering British hothead with great stories about partying with cosmic tyrants.
London boss High T (dozing Liam Neeson) thinks H is one of the agencys finest.
Conversely, rival agent C (Rafe Spall) dislikes Hs lone-wolf tactics.
The visiting extraterrestrial flirts with her, praising her beauty, grinning at buddy boy H the whole time.
It suggests purity in Hs recklessness.
Hemsworth earns some laughs, but this is the first time his comedy act looks like a schtick.
Director F. Gary Gray reduces his leads chemistry into action heroics.
Theyre attacked by invulnerable aliens who look precisely like the invasive space dust fromDark Phoenix.
The villains are played by Laurent and Larry Nicolas Bourgeois, brilliant Beyonce-approved dancers hidden behind CGI glorbfuzz.
Gray films this whole globetrotting tale with little flair or feeling.
A letdown, because theStraight Outta Comptondirector had so much fun heisting Venice in 2003s amiableItalian Jobremake.
Hes on autopilot here, carrying H and M between energy-spray digital setpieces.
Oh my god, I just realized: Their names are H&M.
Never underrate how much this Ray-Bans franchise is trying to sell you.
When the trio unveil their new car, the Lexus logo actually sparkles.
The little alien moans: Thats whatImtalking about.
It sure is, Pawny, it sure is.C
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