Men in Black rocked my world. It’s one of the few movies that I can watch over and over again (funny how several of the movies that make that list for me include Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith…), and I absolutely love how grotesque my favorite actor, Vincent D’onofrio, gets for his role. MIB II, however, was so painful that I didn’t even finish it. I love Rosario Dawson so much, but I just couldn’t get into that movie at all.
So I went into renting MIB III with caution over the weekend. Yeah, I had heard good things—but I remembered II’s groan-worthy flow and plot points. I am here to tell you, however, that III does not disappoint and, in fact, builds on the first film in a way that the second movie should have done.
