Now I’ll never be able to compete with Scoogles‘ Abebe Bikila-like endurance in consecutive watching of a single TV program or series, but I’ve managed to watch pretty much all of TV Land’s 48 Hours of Miami Vice marathon.

I was disappointed that the episode No Exit with Bruce Willis and the three or four episodes when Sonny had amnesia weren’t aired (did you know Julia Roberts was in that?). Maybe I missed them, I did do a few other things this weekend.

But what could be better then 48 hours of Miami Vice?

The movie version, of course.

From the official Miami Vice site:

Ricardo Tubbs (Jamie Foxx) is urbane and dead smart. He lives with Bronx-born Intel analyst Trudy

(Naomie Harris), as they work undercover transporting drug loads into South Florida to identify a group responsible for three murders. Sonny Crockett (Colin Farrell) [to the untrained eye, his presentation may seem unorthodox, but procedurally, he is sound] is charismatic and flirtatious until – while undercover working with the supplier of the South Florida group – he gets romantically entangled with Isabella (Gong Li), the Chinese-Cuban wife of an arms and drugs trafficker. The best undercover identity is oneself with the volume turned up and restraint unplugged. The intensity of the case pushes Crockett and Tubbs out onto the edge where identity and fabrication become blurred, where cop and player become one – especially for Crockett in his romance with Isabella and for Tubbs in the provocation of an assault on those he loves.

I’m fully expecting this remake to be a dud cause all remakes seem to fall short, but I am holding out hope; both Anthony Yerkovich and Michael Mann are involved (creators of the original series). Plus there’s a quick shot of a King Air in the movie trailer.

Make sure to take a piss before entering the theater cause Michael Mann does not have the ability to create a short 90 minute movie. Heat was good (remember the shootout?), but by the time shootout started I had to go so bad that now every time I see that scene it triggers a Pavlov’s Dog response and I lose control.