Men in Black 3

It seemed a pretty odd idea to finish this trilogy after a gap of ten years – 15 since the original. Apart from marvelling at how little Will Smith has aged, it mostly made fans and newcomers alike think…what’s the point? Why now, rather than in 2006?

This third part in many ways felt superfluous and certainly never reaches the heights of the original film, but it was entertaining, well-crafted and had some really amusing moments as well as fine performances.

When a formidable criminal Boglodyte known as Boris the Animal escapes from his lunar prison, he has one aim in sight – go back in time, kill Agent K and thus stop the chain of events that leads him to being locked away. He accomplishes this, but only Agent J remembers the true timeline, and as plot contrivance teaches us is inevitable, Boris never having been locked up means he can lead an invasion fleet to Earth which just so happens to arrive at the time a few hours after he went back to change things, so Agent J has to go back to prevent this future from ever happening.

Off he goes, to 1969, leading to lots of amusing jokes about how much worse racial discrimination was then, and how the crazy pop culture of the time was influenced by aliens – and undercover agents. Though the Warhol gag would have worked better without the feeling of repetition having seen Lady Gaga listed as an alien earlier. He finds the younger K, brilliantly played by Josh Brolin (who I’d seen before as the bad guy in True Grit but didn’t recognise), so further amusing hijinks happen as a man from the future tries to make his story believable. They set out investigating, finally finding the psychic alien Griffin, played in a sweet, winsome way by Michael Stuhlbarg, who I knew I had seen in something before but never would have been able to recall was the kindly, Jewish-looking film historian in Hugo. Griffin’s ability to see myriad possible futures, as well as being in possession of an important anti-invasion device, make him a bit of a cheap plot device, but he moves things along and soon Boris and the Agents meet for a showdown – with a very iconic event as backdrop.

Meanwhile, we can find out a bit more about Agent K, giving him a bit more humanity with the love interest of Agent O (older version played with just the right amount of staid eccentricity by Emma Thompson), and even about Agent J’s past through a rather contrived and mawkish twist.

The film feels mostly pretty inconsequential, and suffers from how Rip Torn’s character’s being written out and the non-appearance of the talking pug feel like actors just refusing to reprise their roles, but it is still perfectly entertaining, and the cast, old and new, look like they’re having an extremely good time. Boris, played by one of the Flight of the Concord guys in a way that makes him seem much older and larger, is exuberant, the Agent Ks are believably the same people, and crucially despite being an old, very rich Scientologist who has pushed his kids into the limelight and who didn’t even provide one of his cheesy raps for this film, Will Smith remains very likeable indeed.

Nobody ought to expect a masterpiece from this film. Don’t even expect something that matches up to the first film (though it’s as good as the very forgettable MIBII). But catch it if you can – I’m glad I did, even if only days from the end of its run.