Men in Black II is the perfect sequel specimen for dissection purposes. Why? Because it is born from a phenomenal and successful piece of work (successful being the key ingredient) and feeds off the bright lingering aura of its source material; yet MIB II, like any not completely satisfying sequel, preys on our inability to resist revisiting the (less flamboyant) dynamic duo, J (Will Smith) and K (Tommy Lee Jones), and ultimately takes advantage of our devotion. We are treated like those starry eyed witnesses who after being zapped with the neuralizing stick are told what to think, where to go, and how to be. In this case we are told to think that everything Will Smith says is funny (it's really like 60%) and every reference to MIB I (1997) is a burst of sweet nostalgia. We are told to go to our local Cineplex Odeon and make the movie the biggest July 4th weekend opening of all time (check). Finally, we are asked to relax, suspend all belief and watch the mindless madness of the intergalactic adventure unfold in a dazzling display of can-you-top-this special effects. And like those na