It was almost exactly five years ago that this Bad Boys 3 shit just got real, prompting an ongoing ontological inquiry into the nature of shit’s reality ever since. In that time, some have taken the Platonic view that what we observe as the “reality” of Bad Boys 3 is merely shit smeared on a wall by Martin Lawrence—that were we to unchain ourselves and stand outside that cave of otherwise boring press junkets, we would see that shit is not real at all, that the real shit lies beyond what we’ve been led to believe every year or so. Still others subscribe to Martin Lawrence’s form of naïve shit realism, that because we perceive shit as real—or, as Lawrence said of Bad Boys 3 in 2010, “really real” and “real realistic”—therefore, shit got real. Obviously, debate over how we can truly know that shit got real rages on. But throughout, Lawrence has maintained that, regardless of epistemological interpretation, shit got real, shit is real, and shit remains real.