It's a measure of Michael Mann's gift as a filmmaker that he manages to make stuff you'd never want to do in real life -- like grinding against Colin Farrell in a sweaty nightclub, or exchanging gunfire with Nazi supremacists -- seem strangely appealing.
The pacing and proportion of Heat (1995) and the feeling for place and character evident in Collateral (2004) have been tossed aside for a routine plot in which vice cops Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx pose as drug dealers.
The worst news about Miami Vice is that Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx, replacing Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas in the key roles, don't hold a candle, a flashlight, a freakin' match to the original guys.
It's so self-serious at times, it'll prompt you to laugh out loud at moments that aren't supposed to be funny. Which is a total letdown because, theoretically, this is Michael Mann's pure, true vision.