There are a lot of different forms of bad movie out there.
Some are obvious, some take time before the true problems come forward, and
some start out as good ideas that, for one reason or another, sour into what
becomes the final product. I’ve no doubt covered all three of these varieties
in past reviews, and as much as outright, unmistakable shite can be quite
painful to sit through, it’s the latter that always ends up feeling the worst:
The movies where I can see something much better buried underneath.
Knowing the patchy history of the Men In Black films, this
latest entry failing to perform shouldn’t be much surprise, given we have one solid film (1), one mediocre film (2) and one that people mostly didn’t like if
they even cared to remember it existed (3). But all the same, this kind of compromised
art still hurts to witness for one’s self.



