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Mission Impossible.
It opens with a fist to the groin.
It ends with a kick to the crotch.
And in between?
It’s an EKG paddle attached to the raw neurons of your brain.
ZAP.
This is the best film, I have seen this summer.
It’s a rock and roll show for the eyes.
It’s a bait and switch for the mind.
It’s a “what’s around that next corner”, surprise at every turn.
Mission Impossible Rogue Nation.
Tom Cruise is chiseled and bad ass. He does his own stunts and it shows.
People always make fun of his height.
They should get down on their hands and knees and pay homage to dude’s hair.
Damn, homey has it going on for a 50-year-old.
The film opens with him hanging off the side of a jet.
Yes. He is hanging off the side of a damn jet. Not a stunt guy. Not a green screen. A damn jet and the world’s biggest movie star latched onto a harness.
I wonder what that call between the director and the studio sounded like.
“Ah yeah. Tom insists. Yeah we told him it was too dangerous. Nah, he doesn’t care. He wants realism. Yeah, we told him we could green screen it. He said, Screw that noise. Yep. He pretty much said I’m Tom F***ing Cruise!”
So the film opens and it is nail-biting from the 1st moment.
It’s a heart attack slathered in pop corn butter.
The woman in the seat next to me is on the edge of her seat.
The movie is 1 minute old and she is nervous that he might be killed.
She’s squirming and biting on the back of her knuckles.
“he’s gonna make it,” I whisper.
She smiles.
Thank Goodness he isn’t killed.
But now I wonder if she can make it the next 119 minutes which promises to be a visual street fight.
Mission Impossible is High octane visuals and cutting edge special effects and some good acting and a fun story line.
When Tom dives into a coolant tank under a power plant, we are right there with him.
It is fantasy, but it is believable.
Time is tick tick ticking and he is rapidly depleting his oxygen supply.
3 minutes later, he is unconscious, floating into the cinematic abyss.
The woman next to me is again squirming trying to breathe life into the action hero who is floating lifeless.
She gulps in movie theater air as Cruise is shocked on his naked torso and gulps in life.
“You gonna be ok?”
“Yep,” she says panting.
We’re only half way through. I’m nervous for her and Tom Cruise. There’s a lot of ways t die in a Mission Impossible movie.
5 minutes later, Cruise is racing a motorcycle down a mountain, leaning an inch off the asphalt.
It’s wild, reckless, real.
It’s pepper spray in the eyes.
It’s showering with a toaster.
It’s chewing on aluminum foil soaked in battery acid.
WHAT A RUSH.
“Is that really Tom Cruise riding that motorcycle, no helmet,his knee an inch off the road?”
Yes. That is Tom F***ing Cruise.
Again the young lady beside me is caught up in the excitement. She has hands cupped to her mouth and she is hyperventilating hoping, praying our action star makes it.
Whew….
He wrecks.
Amazingly, no helmet, no leathers, and he still survives.
Mission Impossible is an action movie that checks all the action boxes.
Fast pace. High energy. Loud and vibrant and over the top.
The film is that rare action film that is a delicate balance between leap of faith and believability.
It gets a 93 on Rotten Tomatoes, which is the equivalent of academy award.
Tom Cruise proves once again, he is the unadulterated action king, short on stature and long on action hero whoop ass.
Mission Impossible.
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