Saturday, 19 August 2017

Bad Boys 2


2003’s “Bad Boys 2”, directed by Michael Bay.

Starring Will Smith, Martin Lawrence, Jordi Molla, Gabrielle Union, Theresa Randle, Peter Stormare, and Michael Shannon.
Back for more, we again meet flamboyant (and borderline paramilitary) Miami drug cop partners, Martin Lawrence and Will Smith. Lawrence continues to be a family man, while Smith is a lone wolf always ready to impress the ladies. After going undercover at a klu klux clan rally, the 2 of them stumble into a plot where a Columbian drug lord is using dead bodies and coffins to smuggle narcotics and cash across borders. While trying to infiltrate the cartel’s operation, they run into an undercover federal agent (Union), whom the gang needs to help protect her identity, while Smith tries not to spill the beans about how he’s dating her- as she’s also Lawrence’s sister. While this goes on, their perpetually frustrated captain (Joe Pantoliano) tries not to have a stroke to at the duo’s antics, and the drug lords make things personal when their backs are against the wall- forcing the bad boys to dig deep.
“Captain, these are not normal corpses.” With these words we are forced to evaluate why we decided to watch Michael Bay’s follow up to his 1995 black buddy cop film, “Bad Boys”. “BB2” is a hyperextension of the first film- more vague cop scenarios, more car chases, more shoot outs, more banter. Unfortunately for the sake of tolerance, there’s also plenty of racism, misogyny, sexism, class warfare, nudity, homophobia, increased screen time, and just bad taste. At a psychologically numbing 2 hours and 27 minutes, you get more than enough opportunity for Michael Bay to showcase his strengths and subsequent weaknesses: flashy, gorgeous kinetic images that when put together into a movie, resemble multiple ADHD music videos stitched together. Several of the car chases have the potential to be amazing, to be some of the most dynamic and explosive scenes this side of “Bullit” or “The French Connection”. Unfortunately, Bay cuts everything together until it resembles a shiny junk yard, where it’s impossible to decipher whom is doing what. This is common with Bay- and the characters cycle in and out, saying things and doing things, before the camera starts swirling again. And that’s to say nothing of the stock character Haitian gang villains, who exist to be run over and shot by our heroes here.
What’s worse though, is the 2 protagonists. Lawrence and Smith return for more buddy cop movie cliches, such as their arguing antics and screaming superior (played by Joe Pantoliano, as always in hairpiece). I won’t lie- I’m fascinated by how reprehensibly bad “BB2” is. A cabal of white dudes most certainly thought this piece of shiny rap cop crap would make teenage boys salivate all the way to the multiplex. Lawrence’s character cycles back and forth, between a tough cop out to get results and a dedicated family man, to comedic punching bag and spiritual flake. For reasons unclear, he  vacillates between the 2 arbitrarily, and that’s before he accidentally ingests MDMA. Unbalancing things out, is Smith’s character, whom exhibits zero depth, operating as a 100% in control materialistic narcissist, typically pissed off at people for not giving him the chance to be on top of things, regardless of what bodies he has to run over or feelings he needs to hurt. Condescending but never self aware, he always gets his man, gets the girl, and yells about his misfortune and general circumstances while screaming around town in a Testarossa or Hummer.
Together, the 2 of them jaunt around Miami (and perhaps other countries where they bizarrely do not hold jurisdiction), abusing their power, and existing to meet their own selfish needs. The pair’s coup de gracie is ultimately when a young man comes by Lawrence’s household to take his daughter on a date, and the 2 cops couldn’t be any less funny, while displaying levels of immaturity and just inappropriate hate that would make a neo nazi group squirm. That the ridiculous ugliness slimes in between an already unrealistic wanna-be “Miami Vice” inspired world makes it all the more jarring, a fascinating market tested train crash. With all the bad vibes, “BB2” can use the term, “spoiler alert”, and maybe for the first time be referring to how it’s contents are rotten. As Lawrence confidently projects, “It’s not gay shit- this is man shit.”


1/5


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