| The original Miami Vice series, which ran from 1984 to 1989 and starred Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas as undercover cops James “Sonny” Crockett and Ricardo “Rico” Tubbs, was a bit of a groundbreaker and one of the most influential TV series of the last quarter of the 20th Century, writes Phil Weir.
Its explosive action, edgy characters, flashy muscle cars, sleek speedboats and exotic locations (Miami and other Latin American hot-spots), all presented in a lush visual style by top-notch cinematographers using their entire tool-kit, made for a powerfully seductive blend and it went down a storm with viewers.
Even its in-your-face fashion element sent shock waves around the world.
So, 20 years on, what has Hollywood done with the concept in the first big-screen version of Miami Vice (15, previewed at Dundee Odeon)?
Well, mercifully, the folk preparing this project for take-off didn’t decide to go done the same road as the recent Starsky and Hutch retread and enlist the likes of Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson to camp it up.
For this is no outrageous spoof, close copy or even work of any great homage. Instead, hardboiled director Michael Mann (executive producer of the 1980s series) was put at the helm, hardboiled actors Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx were given the lead roles, and the visual references to Miami Vice Mark 1 were cut back to the bare minimum.
Having said that, the storyline is not a million miles away from the plots of old. When leaks within the DEA, FBI, etc, lead to the murder of three agents by a gang of drug-dealing American supremacists, Miami vice cops Crockett and Tubbs, are enlisted to set up a bogus boat-and-plane operation to transport drugs from South America to Florida in order to help track down the killers.
Although Miami Vice may not be of the same calibre as Michael Mann’s best crime flicks — Manhunter, Heat, Collateral — it comes pretty close. Looks great, is well acted, and is constantly gripping, despite the action coming in very short bursts until an explosive last half-hour.
If I have a complaint it’s to do with the audibility and complexity of a lot of the dialogue.
In the early stages, at least half of the Yank cop speak and drug-gang lingo was lost on me, but my sympathies lie with the cast. They must have had equal difficulty delivering it.
What we have here is Colombians and Cubans all wrestling with English, and at least two Irishmen and one Englishman wrestling with American. The result? I’d turn your ears all the way up to 11 if you are to have any hope of keeping up with conversation.
VERDICT: Mann, this is good.
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