Miami Vice

Deep in the heart of the Reagan era, the pastel-friendly posturing of Don Johnson to the adult contemporary jukebox Miami Vice became a brief cultural touchstone. Twenty years later, leave it to Hollywood to perfect recycling as a garbage-in, garbage-out concept. Here director Michael Mann has delivered what has to be the most inactive action movie ever made, unless Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx doing the bad-boy vogue from their cars and back can be considered action. The plot here doesn’t make a lick of sense, so what’s the point in trying to provide a brief synopsis? It’s some nonsense about Crockett and Tubbs going deep undercover to infiltrate a Colombian drug cartel for the FBI. And so it goes, as the movie just plods along. Hey, look—Crockett and Tubbs are vogueing back to their bitchin’ Ferrari that shoots blue flames from the tailpipes! Sweet.