Mr. & Mrs. Smith’s Action-Romance Hybrid Kicks Ass and Kisses Its Source Material Goodbye
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When Mr. & Mrs. Smith hit the multiplexes in the summer of 2005, bullets were fired aplenty, but they rarely hit their target. The film is chock full of gunplay, explosions, visual gags, one-liners, and hot people doing hot people things in a way we don’t really get to see on screen anymore. It had all the makings of a perfect summer blockbuster, but its focus was too diffuse, as if director Doug Liman wanted to make three separate movies (a spy thriller, a romantic comedy, and a class satire) but was only budgeted one. Never thrilling enough to be a thriller, funny enough to be a comedy, or romantic enough to be a romance, it was relegated to that nebulous zone of what I like to call “your mom’s favorite in-flight movie.” Though it became a box office hit and something of a sacred writ for Brangelina fans worldwide, Mr. & Mrs. Smith as a pièce de cinéma remains a product of its time—a missed opportunity overdue a second chance.
So it’s with great pleasure that I inform you that Prime Video’s Mr. & Mrs. Smith is good. Quite good, in fact. Helmed by Donald Glover and Francesca Sloane of Atlanta, Prime’s eight-episode first season arrives less as a follow-up or even a remake of the 2005 film and more as a full-fledged expansion of its thin (though undeniably clever) basic concept. The show works precisely because, even as it maintains its foothold in that same wobbly genre mashup, it pins down a style that manages to pay homage to its originator while also cultivating a distinct tone that heightens, rather than mitigates, each of its generic components. In a TV landscape filled with rip-offs and repeats, Mr. & Mrs. Smith forms its own (secret) identity.
Premiering tomorrow on Prime Video, the new iteration diverts from the 2005 film in some key ways. The most obvious is that, whereas the movie hinged on the premise of an embittered couple discovering their partner belongs to a rival spy firm, the show centers on the relationship dynamic of two strangers-turned-spies-turned-spouses. John (Glover) and Jane Smith (Maya Erksine) are matched by a mysterious agency that requires that they forfeit everything from their past lives in exchange for a day job with killer perks—namely, a swanky Brooklyn brownstone, new sets of passports, and an armory that would make the NRA swoon. Each episode (with a couple of notable exceptions) is framed around a high-risk mission the pair must complete or face the cryptic consequences. Too bad the only thing more formidable than international espionage is domestic marriage.
If that all sounds a bit wink-wink-nudge-nudge, one of the more interesting aspects of the show is how deftly it avoids its schlockiest elements. The 2005 movie’s riff on upper-class suburban ennui was rather tired in conception and broad in execution. Sloane and Glover forgo such concerns and frame the Smith’s inevitable relationship problems as deadly serious, just as they frame their love for one another as deadly genuine. An episode consisting almost entirely in a couples therapist’s office (a nod to the original) skips over the overwrought jokes and cheesy gender roles commentary for at times ruthlessly-barbed, character-driven confessions. It’s an effective and affecting choice to pick out the most recognizable devices of the original and develop them into legitimate dramatic scenarios.
Yet, the show firmly has its eyes set on evoking the most important aspect of the spy genre: fun.