In July 2006, the month director Michael Mann's Miami Vice slipped into theatres like a hard-ass undercover cop moving silently through a crowded nightclub, I had never sipped any combination of white rum, simple syrup, lime juice, club soda, and mint leaves in my life. Only 17, I could barely get into an R-rated movie, much less order a popular Cuban cocktail. Excited to see peak-dirtbag Colin Farrell and Ray-era Jamie Foxx bathe in the digital-wolf afterglow of post-Collateral Mann, I sat down at the local movie theater unaware that my life was about to change.
I walked into that multiplex as a teen. I left a fiend. A fiend for mojitos.
It's likely you have no idea what I'm talking about. A critical misfire upon release and a box-office disappointment, Miami Vice isn't as fondly remembered as the pastel-heavy, Don Johnson-starring '80s police procedural that inspired it. Nor is it as universally acclaimed as Heat, Mann's other moody crime epic. It's dark and loud. The dialogue is filled with jargon. It has (multiple!) shitty Audioslave songs. But do you know what else it has? A scene where Colin Farrell, playing Det. James "Sonny" Crockett, says, "I'm a fiend for mojitos."