There was a time in the ’80s that I came home well before curfew so I could watch the entire episode of Miami Vice, the television show.
Last night, I stayed up well past my bedtime to feel justified to demand an apology from Michael Mann and Anthony Yerkovich for their terrible efforts at making this t.v. series into a movie.
The irony of this debacle being that Yerkovich created the t.v. show and, alas, co-wrote the movie with Mann. I am at a loss to understand how Yerkovich could participate in such a terrible adaption of his own creation to have it revived in the 21st Century as a movie. Perhaps it came from the need to fund a cocaine problem developed while becoming intimately involved in research of the substance that fuelled so many of the adventures of Crockett and Tubbs.
Perhaps he could not resist presenting a half-cooked script to that wasteland of original ideas that is Hollywood, knowing that even such a disastrous effort of portraying his original characters would be accepted.
The real heartbreak to me was not just the bad writing, but the portrayal of Sonny Crockett and Ricardo Tubbs was so far off of the mark of the original. It is one thing for you to be disappointed when you get a chance to wax nostalgic and see your t.v. heroes unsuccessfully make the jump to the big screen. Quite another when you do not even recognize the larger versions as remotely close to resembling the characters that originally enticed you to tune in to the original airings.
Too often does Hollywood re-write a t.v. show or novel with horrible results. This makes me sad that people are not content to leave something in its original format, when it was so successful, and destroy it when trying to give it a prolonged life.
Please understand that I am not some sort of radical purist arguing that absolutely nothing should make the jump to the big screen. But, for the love of your audience, do not make that leap without ensuring that this effort reflects the same thrill that people fell in love with from the original format.