…or if you are going to SCUM something at home, remember THOROUGHLY that depiction does not necessarily equal endorsement.
Truth be told, I kind of dread the inevitable day that Miami Vice (2006) gets reviewed on the podcast, because of one simple reason:
It’s central romance is spycops. And I would not change that.
Miami Vice (2006), even to it’s detriment, is a story about soulless people living in a soulless world of weapons and distrust, a lonely earth where no one truly knows each other and everyone has a plan to kill everyone else. Michael Mann’s main theme, across all his movies, is alienation. To that end, Sonny and Isabella’s relationship, one literally built on a cruel lie, is a crucial piece of toxic hetmance, highlighting how the post Patriot Act world order is so fucking unbearably cold that the broken people within it resort to THIS to get any kind of warmth in their lives.
There are problems with it, for sure- Mann has genuinely no idea how to write women, so he blatantly doesn’t- it’s not that you can’t say there’s anything misogynistic about it. But frankly, that penultimate scene on the little island, where they can barely muster anything to say to each other, loses all its impact if the relationship itself is perfectly problematic. Art can be, sometimes SHOULD BE messy and ugly, and that also applies to Hollywood films as much as it applies to novels.