WIll Smith and James Bolin continue the saga of aliens and humans interacting in good and evil ways.
It didn't seem to have the same zip as the first two MIBs, and that may have something to do with not enough Tommy Lee Jones to marvel at, or maybe the third in a series of anything is bound to not stimulate a jaded audience as much as the first two. Extreme example: the terrible Godfather III.
Go see it anyway; it wraps up some loose ends and it ain't bad, either.
Somehow the outrageous comedy that made Borat and Bruno so funny is missing here. Or perhaps it's all become formulaic. It's outrageous, no problem, but not funny. Because the comedy doesn't work, the endless parade of scatological gags becomes very tiresome very quickly.
The audience I sat with hardly ever chuckled, and that includes me. How many semen and BJ jokes can an audience endure at one sitting? According to my internal Laugh-O-Meter, not many.
Sascha and company, you fell flat on this one in my opinion.
Cons disgust coupled with no laughs, t'ain't funny