Mission impossible 3

If this movie needed a tag line it would Run Tom Run or maybe it could be see Cruise run. The film is busy and has lead actor/producer Tom Cruise run determinedly, hither, thither, helter-skelter with a manic gleam in his eye and a creepy grin that threatens to split his face in two; leaking out all the madness and weirdness within. The Mission Impossible films have come out once in six years. The first one was Brian De Palma’s incendiary cerebral one in 1994, then there was John Woo’s slo mo, flying pigeons and climatic battle on bikes with wheelies (really) in 2000 and now we have the third instalment, which continues in the silly vein with latex masks and messages that will self-destruct in 10 seconds or whatever. Biblical conspiracy theorists could have field day in the succession of sixes and Cruise’s penchant for scientology. All that is beside the point, there is high octane action, the soundtrack that makes Cruise look uber cool even if he is just answering the phone and lot of satisfying bangs, choppers blowing up, suspension from great heights and a mad rush against time to save the world from something called the Rabbit’s Foot. The last time we heard of a bunny was when Neo (remember him from the Matrix movies?) decided to follow the rabbit and see where that got him.
Cruise looks absolutely divine as a priest in the Vatican – that would surely solve all the church’s problems. With priests looking like Cruise, churches would be packed. The movie is only disappointing in the way it has wasted an actor of the calibre of the academy award winning Philip Seymour Hoffman as the regular run of the mill psychopath gunrunner. Otherwise the film delivers on all counts