M:I:III:Major Blowage
School is technically over but I still have a few assignments to complete and turn in by the time grades are due. I’m worried about my performance this semester but I feel a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders only to gain back all the weight after watching Mission Impossible III on Sunday.
I believe this is the third time Tom Cruise’s character, Ethan Hunt, has had the wool pulled over his eyes again, thus reaffirming his status as the worst secret agent ever.
We follow Ethan Hunt as he reluctantly accepts impossibly stupid missions that will ultimately lead him to “the rabbit’s foot”. Talents like Laurence Fishburne, Philip Seymour Hoffman and Billy Crudup are wasted in scenes that accumulate to a little less than 15 minutes of actual onscreen time. There is something refreshing about Philip Seymour Hoffman’s performance as deliciously evil Owen Davian, a bad guy who doesn’t hesitate to do what he promises, finally.
Ethan’s girlfriend, played by Michelle Monaghan, is a clueless nurse who is eager to wed a mysterious bipolar transportation inspector. I am almost tempted to buy their sappy romance as they gaze into each other’s eyes and whisper sweet nothings. Literally, they whisper about nothing at all. While searching for a way to stop his brain from exploding (I can relate), Monaghan’s character ignores Cruise’s apparent distress and whines, “What’s going on? Where are we? Who are those people?” She’s supposed to be a goddamn nurse. Instead she’s stumbling over the word defibrillator and making me wish Davian had shot her in the head after all.
Am I giving too much of the plot away? Don’t worry. There is no plot. By the end of the film, Hunt finally asks the all-important question: Just what is the rabbit’s foot? The answer is never revealed which is just as well because it doesn’t matter. Recently, action films aren’t necessarily about explaining why you’ve been sitting in the movie theater for 126 minutes but rather how many motorcycles, cars, cell phones, watches and clothing they can advertise in the process.
May 8th, 2006 at 12:31 pm
I was looking forward to seeing this masterpiece of a film too. Darn.
May 8th, 2006 at 2:06 pm
such disrespect.
i hope the scientology lawyers see this and sue your butt!
i’m still going to see it, looks like a fun movie. a lot better than Crappy Hill
May 8th, 2006 at 5:28 pm
You went to see a damned Tom Cruise movie. What did you expect, silly? This is D-Week. Sometime this week, Disney will be a-calling. I can’t wait!
May 10th, 2006 at 5:03 pm
Maria! I had no idea you were so crafty. You have inspired me to not be lazy!
May 12th, 2006 at 5:07 pm
I don’t plan to see this one- I’d rather Tom Cruise act crazy in real life. Tee hee hee . . .