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Michael Stuhlbarg as a resident alien and Will Smith and Josh Brolin as agents in Men In Black 3. Stuhlbarg and Brolin starred in the Coen Brothers movies A Serious Man and No Country For Old Men, respectively. As far as we know Smith hasn’t done a film with the Coens, but MIB3 was written by Etan Cohen, no relation to Ethan and Joel. Nothing, just babbling.

We thought the Men In Black phenomenon had been played out, but we are pleased to report that Men In Black 3 is still fun. As time travel yarns go it’s not Back to the Future, but nothing is.

Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones could probably phone in their parts, but the movie gets a dose of pep from new characters. There’s Josh Brolin doing an excellent Tommy Lee Jones impression as the young Agent K, Emma Thompson who looks great as Agent O, Bill Hader as a certain Pop artist, and Michael Stuhlbarg as Griffin, a sweet alien who can see all the different possible futures (It’s Exhausting). Pay attention to the screen at the MIB headquarters: among the aliens being monitored are Carly Simon and Tim Burton.

Good thing we were enjoying the movie because these were on the seats to our left at Power Plant cinema 3.

Feet. On the seat backs and armrests. Yucch. The feet were attached to foreigners in their teens or early 20s. We devoted 30 seconds to the question: Should we tell them to take their goddam feet off the goddam seats?

We decided it was pointless; our issue is with the people who brought them up. In the 5 minutes we would spend trying to modify their behavior, we would miss 5 minutes of the movie. Could be cultural differences: in their country it may be acceptable behavior to put your feet up like that. They did not seem to think it strange that someone would photograph their feet inside a dark movie theatre.

(Our friend who grew up in a small provincial town recalls that when they went to the movies, they had to put their feet up against the seat in front. But they had good reason to. There were rats roaming the theatre and giving patrons the occasional nip.)

Conclusion: We are not the etiquette police. When we try to be the etiquette police we end up feeling bitter and ancient. We ignored them and watched the movie. Let someone else have apoplexy, we quit.