OK. So. Miami Vice the Movie! Dah dah dah!!!!!!!!!!!! It is resurrected from the lame-o tv show of the eighties, which, by blessing, most of this audience probably doesn’t remember! Enter with my 82 year-old mom and I at the ticket counter, when we were tumulted by the choice of seeing this movie, with Colin Farrell, or "My Super Ex-Girlfriend". As mom put it so succinctly to the ticket counter personnel, "We came to see eye candy! I want Colin!" So Colin it was, and WOW was it EVER!!! (Good call, ma!)

This movie completely stunned me for the excellent plot line, wonderful acting by Jamie Foxx (who does drama as well as he does comedy), Colin Farrell, who is just damned sexy (he could say "crap!" and girls would swoon), and a new actress, her name escapes me (early onset alzheimers. sorry), but she was a brilliant actress to Colins mojo induced radiant stupor beams that trapped me in its rays. Mmm. As soon as Colin filled the screen, we (all four of us that were in the theatre at the time) collectively knew this was going to be goooood..........

This movie had absolutely nothing to do with the '80's hit "drama" that had Don Johnson looking at himself in the mirror 10 or 12 times per episode to see if he still looked hot in his white suit and pink t-shirts, and his partner in fighting crime "Tubbs" who rarely said a word and hardly ever got the girl.

This movie was an excellent crime drama that kept your attention throughout, and there was enough testosterone induced mojo-riffic sex scenes with Farrell and unknown actress that it nearly blew out the movie screen. My mother said "Do you think they’ve 'done it' enough yet?” Much to her shock, I said "Oh my God, NOOOO!!Are you kidding?"  (I think she had just realized I did have sex once, having a 20 year old daughter. OK. This is another story. Back to the movie.) Farrell’s eyes and differing stages of stubble were enough to fill M's yummy bucket for the next year, but I have to say I was secretly wishing for a moment in real life that I was Paris Hilton at their shag fest, but substitute a cat in her purse instead of the yippy dog. Tabloids suggested he was also with Jessica Simpson, but in no way would I like to be Miss "Ooh chicken of the sea tuna! Does that mean it has chicken in it?" No one would want to be that dumb. I’d have to settle for the rampant sex in limos, on the beach, sidewalks, subways, and at the police station, watching it on the screen. K.

The only thing I’d change in the movie was for Jamie Foxx to shave off his dumb facial hair.

This show was well worth nine dollars, and is definitely a buyer for M's yummy bucket collection.

A+++++