Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning, by Christopher McQuarrie (Paramount Pictures)
Better on the big screen.
By its eighth and final instalment, the Mission
Impossible film franchise is firmly in the science fiction genre, with the
antagonist of seven and eight (a single narrative divided into two parts) being
a sentient AI program called the Entity that has inspired its own death cult, members
of which have infiltrated various levels of America’s (and other nations’)
governments and militaries. (Though perhaps the bit about members of a death
cult infiltrating the government isn’t quite science fiction if one reads the
news at the moment – I digress.) The franchise is of course based on the very
successful Mission: Impossible television series, which ran from 1966 to
1973 and was revived for two seasons in the next decade. It was in fact less
than a decade after this revival when the film series started as Mission:
Impossible (MI1) was released in 1996. Since then, MI has
emerged as something of an American version of the James Bond franchise, with
Tom Cruise in the leading role of Ethan Hunt. Following a six-year hiatus at
the beginning of the century (between MI2 and MI3) there has been
an MI film every two to five years, a roll that even the pandemic
couldn’t break.
The running time of MI8 is 170 minutes and
my only real criticism of the film is that this is about 30 minutes too long
and just a little too self-indulgent from Cruise (who is heavily involved in
production), director Christopher McQuarrie, or both. For example, there is
some very pedestrian exposition at the beginning that could easily have been
shaved off. The scene (or sequence, if you’re a filmmaker) is both too lengthy
– an attempt to remind audiences of not only the events of MI7, but that
this is the culmination of the whole film series (it includes flashbacks to all
of the other films) – and pointless. Pointless because the plot is so complex
(and implausible, but this is science fiction so I won’t quibble) that I’d
completely lost track by the time the explanation ended, in spite of having
watched MI7 relatively recently.
Cruise is now 62 and remains determined to show us
that with dedication and a few hundred million in the bank one can stay in
peak condition in one’s seventh decade, spending much of the film with his
shirt off (even in the Bering Sea – look it up on Google Maps). One thing that
did strike me, though, was that for all of Cruise’s flexing, the franchise has
become very child friendly. It’s always been fun and full of over-the-top
stunts, but MI1 and MI2 (the latter in particular) had scenes and
themes aimed at an adult audience. There is only one scene with extreme
violence in MI8, which all occurs offscreen, and when Cruise does get
horizontal with co-star Hayley Attwell (playing Grace, a former thief) it’s for
a chaste cuddle in a decompression chamber. Which is fine, but the flashbacks
to the earlier instalments reminded me that those films had a little more
appeal for grown-ups. Notwithstanding, if you’ve watched one or more of the first
seven, I recommend seeing how the story ends and, if you can find one screening
it, seeing that ending at the cinema. ***
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