Film Review: MEN IN BLACK: INTERNATIONAL (*SPOILERS*)

*WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD IN THIS BLOGPOST*
WHAT-IS: "The Men in Black have always protected the Earth from the scum of the universe. In this new adventure, they tackle their biggest, most global threat to date: a mole in the Men in Black organization."
Directed by F. Gary Gray, written by Art Marcum & Matt Holloway and produced by Walter F. Parkes and Laurie MacDonald, "MEN IN BLACK: INTERNATIONAL" is 4th film in the franchise, based on the Malibu Comic by Lowell Cunningham.
This particular blogpost started out as a posting of the "Bonus Features Sneak Peek", leading to an unabashed display of purchase on Amazon (*Purchases which helps this humble blog survive, thanks), which has now led to this (hopefully) brief review of MEN IN BLACK: INTERNATIONAL (as I begin to type this up at 12:30AM on the first day of August, 2019) = a movie I found generally entertaining, but ultimately 115 minutes' worth of my life I will never get back, and wished I had a memory neutraliser to flashy-my-memories away with.
As mentioned earlier, this is the 4th film in the franchise (referred to as a "Spin Off"), since rebooted to encompass an "international" aspect of the MIB, jumps right into a flashback featuring Chris Hemsworth's "Agent H" and Liam Neeson's "High T" fighting aliens on the Eiffel Tower, then flash-forwards to Tessa Thompson (as Molly Wright / Agent M, a rookie MIB recruit)
The cookie-cutter plot is typical "Hollywood", with instances and reactions reminiscent of every other feature film or procedural television machinations, with a numbing attempt at "twists", which essentially would work if folks watching this film has not watched any other Hollywood/Western media project for the past century.
If there is a standout, I would suppose this film is all about the toys and collectibles it could churn out, versus the emotionally-detached interaction between humans-to-humans, much less human-to-aliens. The tech is always fun, and the myriad of ineffective weapons hidden in the car was the highlight of the film for me.
Without the trappings of recognition - Chris is "Thor", Tessa is "Valkyrie" and Liam Neeson is "Liam Neeson" - the characters remain forgettable and ultimately as soul-less as the character voice of comedian Kumail Nanjiani as "Pawny" - a tiny alien warrior wannabe funko-pop-bobblehead that H and M befriend.
I tend to not blame the actor, just the director who directed him.
For the sheer frustration and cine-life of me, I recognised but could not place WHO played the alien arms-dealer "Riza Stavros", until researching for this article (it's Rebecca Ferguson, whom I recognise in Mission Impossible ~ d'oh).
Everyone else was forgettable (Sorry, Emma Thompson), in a film that remained largely unimpressive, and no doubt a stain in the memory-scape after being mind-wiped with the tubular-flashing-thingie - which used to be so awesome now it feels like a shiny lux-vibrator everyone wants to lay their hands on.
If I have not been clear enough with my limited grasp of the English language and vocabulary here, suffice to say: I Am Not A
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