MIB International has none of its predecessors’ charms or likeability, and it’s a shame because all the ingredients are there - Thor and Valkyrie reteaming, Emma Thompson returning, and this is Men in Black, a franchise with a proven track record of delivering its own brand of idiosyncratic humour over plots that are actually fun. This film though is bland to the point of silliness - a predictable, cookie cutter plot, delivered without any hint of charm, or indeed any chemistry between Tessa Thompson and Chris Hemsworth. Indeed Hemsworth regularly feels like he’s acting in a different film. It only ever realises its potential when both Thompsons share the screen, and it makes you wonder just how strong a version of this film could have been without any leading man at all. It’s nice enough to revisit this universe, but the cynicism which permeates through every scene is infuriating. Why was a decent script so difficult to put together this time around?