I'm often too burnt from a day's work to write anything intelligent, or write even anything at all.
We all love Men In Black, be it in black and white, animated series or the version with Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith. Maybe it's the slightly morbid fascination with outer space extra terrestrials. Or maybe we just want the MIB's kick-ass jobs, smart Armani suits and Neuralyzers to click in the faces of people we find a pain in the butt. This time, MIB3 incorporated a painfully realistic life lesson into its plot - it is impossible to have your cake and eat it to. You'll have to get diarrhea any other way. It was nostalgically comforting to know that Smith and Jones's onscreen camaraderie continued to work magic despite the MIB movies' long hiatus from the silver screen, though it could have been better if they had better writers working on the script to spice up the dialogues with intelligent banter. Nevertheless, it's a good film for a hearty laugh or two, just not good enough to make me want to catch it in 3D or IMAX.