Men In Black 3
With Wit, Reviewed By Kimmo Mustonenen
Men In Black.
They took my great-grandparents’ out to a field.
Then in the head brain shot.
Dead.
Not funny.
Fucking Nazis.
Then movie times.
“Men In Black” sprays on Finland.
Funny?
Hells to the yeah!
Aliens!
Crashes!
Fresh Prince!
“Men In Black 2”? Nice. Not necessary.
Saw it three times while feeling up the boob of Anita Krakhousenen (her boobs were for to make the manhood mine – and then some! Until this day I will remember… more than a handful).
To say that “Men in Black 3″ is the best installment in the trilogy, there is only that we are moving briskly.
Plot? Maybe.
It all starts in a maximum security prison located on the Moon.
Boris Boglodite, fearsome creature played by Jermaine Clement, managed to escape and return to Earth with the goal of death of Constable K (Tommy Lee Jones), which put him in the nuts (THE NUTS!) in the late 60s, and the enslavement of our planet.
To achieve his goals, he uses a machine to explore time and changes the course of history.
Faced with the catastrophic consequences of acts of Boris, Agent J (Will Smith) has only one solution – to turn the plunge and find themselves pushed in 1969 to try to put things in order.
If Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones have with an infection joy their respective archetypes (the cool talkative and taciturn cranky), a third actor they blithely steals the show through an irresistible performance.
This is Josh Brolin, who was the George Bush and Oliver Stone plays here an Agent K the younger. Via a hilarious imitation of Tommy Lee Jones, a game of mimicry and an amazing little help cosmetic, the illusion is perfect.
So, in your face!
Now my stoner brain is in crisis.
Josh Brolin in this movie? Or greatest actor Tommy Lee Jones making me think that Josh Brolin is the Tommy Lee Jones?
Son of a bitch.
This movie is hard.
Who is who?
What the hell?
The good rises so high that right here there is only a high five given. To myself.
You are left to hang.
Favorite for me is the alien freak show. From their time of the 60s (and some 70s) we find a passion for laughing at the past.
Now is so cool. The past is for crap.
We have neck beards now and are the hip!
Everything before 2005 is a joke for on the farting!
I’m so fucking cool. I’m wearing a fedora!
Sorry. The Lemon Stank Weed throws me on a tangent.
“Men In Black 3” was cool.
Why do I let Hollywood rile me so?
I still wait for “Prometheus.”
Kimmo Mustonenen – (Kimmo On Kino) – Behind The Proscenium
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