With Colin Farrell as Sonny Crockett, the part that was Don Johnson's, and Jamie Foxx in that which was played by Philip Michael Thomas: Ricardo Tubbs. A Farrell with awful moustaches, by the way.
The film wasn't good for lots of reasons. There were no light moments, no description of the characters, no friendship-moments.
No police work to start, to warm up the audience to these two characters. It immediately starts with the big case, so they go undercover until that's blown up and it all goes down shooting.
End of plot, but with two sex scenes, one each of course, and both useless to the story, but as it often happens, when a film lacks depth, it is full of sex to compensate.
Tubbs was with his wife, and Crockett with a woman that starts off on the criminals side, but he'll end up saving her at the end, probably to make it look like this character actually has a soul.
I tell you, the dance scene showed much more what was going on between them, their feelings, than the sex scene. Totally useless, as I said. If this film had dignity it would resent them.
Also, between Crockett and Tubbs there's only work, nothing to establish that they're friends or that they absolutely trust each other. That's a given. There was nothing to link this film to the old series but their names. The only scene that recalls that style is the silent goodbye at the end, as the series often ended kind of bitterly.
Jamie Foxx was very good as always, but it's not enough to make the film worth of a second view. Personally, I see no reason to watch it again. Ever.
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