This is a spoiler-free review of the first three episodes of Tokyo Vice, which premiere Friday, April 8 on HBO Max.
Based on the memoir by journalist Jake Adelstein (2009’s Tokyo Vice: An American Reporter on the Police Beat in Japan) Michael Mann’s Tokyo Vice crackles with intensity, offering up an enticing, immersive throwback to a time when the director ruled the roost of cinematic crime dramas. One of the less thrilling retro elements, however, is the story being presented through an Anglo-American lens, but Mann and his team still paint a dense portrait of Japan’s policing methods, reporting style, and necessary societal balance with its embedded organized crime.
Once envisioned as a movie starring Daniel Radcliffe, Tokyo Vice emerges from a decade of development as a series featuring West Side Story’s Ansel Elgort as Adelstein, a “gaijin” crime reporter for Tokyo’s largest newspaper, who gets in over his head while investigating a rogue faction of the Yakuza. Not many directors’ styles immediately transport you back to a different era of movies, but Mann’s does. With his trademark love of urban landscapes and soft neons, on display in everything from 1981’s Thief all the way to 2006’s Miami Vice, Mann (who executive produces and directs the first episode) gives us boots-on-the-ground Tokyo: from crammed subways to Hostess clubs to newspaper bullpens. It has the lush love letter quality that Mann usually reserves for Los Angeles, and it’s so evocative of the ’90s that we even get a needle drop from Pearl Jam’s “Ten.”
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