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		 Mission: Impossible—Fallout 
		(3/10) 
		by Tony Medley 
		Runtime: a seemingly endless 147 
		minutes. 
		PG-13. 
		In case you don’t realize it, 
		you can tell when a story is weak by how many car chases the director 
		inserts into a film. The weaker the story, the more car chases. This one 
		has more idiotic car chases than I’ve ever seen in a movie; one after 
		another through the streets of Paris. Finally, after what seemed like 
		four hours of car chases, I looked at my watch and there were still 90 
		more minutes to go. Then when it did finish its climax it goes on with a 
		maudlin 5-minute continuation. Yikes! 
		These things just get sillier 
		and sillier. Written and directed by Christopher McQuarrie, and starring 
		Tom Cruise who has let his apparent Napoleon complex get the best of 
		him. At 5-7 on his tiptoes, he ruined the Jack Reacher movies for 
		devoted fans of Lee Child's books by portraying a 6-5, 240 lb. man who 
		in the books makes everyone shrink back when he walks into a bar. 
		Somehow Tom got involved in these Mission Impossible things. In the TV 
		show there was a team and each did something that added to the whole of 
		what they were trying to accomplish. Here, Tom is the boss and does it 
		all. His “teammates” are just there for comic relief, basically. 
		There is not an ounce of tension 
		in this. The bad guy is so obvious if you don’t know it from the outset 
		you haven’t seen enough of these things (lucky you!). The car chases are 
		so derivative they can put you to sleep. How many times can you see Tom 
		drive a motorcycle or a car the wrong way on a one way street to try to 
		get away from the bad guys chasing him before you say, “enough, 
		already!”? 
		Tom and his gang are trying to 
		get to two nuclear weapons before they go off and destroy the world. So 
		what else is new? 
		They didn’t make movies like 
		this back in the day. They made musicals and comedies and dramas and 
		detective stories and noir and and war movies. Superman was 
		unintentionally laughable on TV with a guy playing him that looked like 
		he was too fat for his underwear. Likewise Batman, who was played for 
		laughs (brilliantly) by Adam West, but on TV, certainly not on the big 
		screen. 
		Now Hollywood puts out scads of 
		superhero junk and things like this with a protagonist that does things 
		that are impossible for an ordinary human being. It’s all fantasy filled 
		with special effects and stunts which strain credulity (that Cruise 
		claims to perform all himself) and they are no more involving or 
		entertaining than 
		Buster Crabbe playing Flash Gordon. 
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