All Too Familiar: A Review of Mission: Impossible: Dead Reckoning, Part I

 directed by Christopher McQuarrie

written by Christopher McQuarrie and Erik Jendersen

Tom Cruise is a wizard.

Around December 2020, during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, there was a story that went around the entertainment press about the troubles facing the production of Mission: Impossible 7 which was taking place in London at the time.  The trouble was that members of the crew had been caught violating the ultra-strict COVID-19 safety protocols and as a result, star and producer Tom Cruise, still in costume, went ballistic on the crew in an expletive-laden rant. There was  a picture of him, dressed in character, wearing a mask, holding a megaphone and looking very much like the man in charge he was. That story dominated the conversation about this movie for years until the marketing began in earnest, and all they could talk about was the stunt of Tom Cruise jumping off a cliff with a motorbike. 

And now, the movie came out after literally years of people talking about its production...and it's...okay.

After a lengthy prologue in which a Soviet submarine is sunk by its very own targeting system, which is operated by an Artificial Intelligence, the Impossible Mission Force contacts Ethan Hunt (Cruise) with a mission: recover a cruciform key to unlocking the very A.I. that sunk the Soviet submarine. It is an extremely potent AI, capable of basically taking over the world, so naturally ever other government in the world wants its hands on that key, as does the AI itself. Knowing what it does, which is apparently nearly everything, the AI also has another ace up its sleeve; it has engaged the services of Gabriel (Esai Morales) a highly effective assassin with a bit of history with Hunt; he murdered his girlfriend years  ago, which spurred Ethan to join the IMF. With an adversary this formidable, will Ethan and his allies Benji Dunn (Simon Pegg), Luther Stickell (Ving Rhames), and Ilsa Faust (Rebecca Ferguson) be able to save the day? And how will the intervention of master thief Grace (Hayley Atwell) affect everyone's plans?

I'll say it again, Tom Cruise is a wizard....because he has somehow convinced over ninety percent of critics polled by Rotten Tomatoes, as well as several other people, that this film is a high watermark of action filmmaking.

Now, don't get me wrong: it's a very competently made action thriller, but the problem I have with this film is that so much of what supposedly makes it special is stuff that we have already seen before, whether in previous installments of this very series or in rival franchises like the John Wick films. 

Take, for example, the gun battle in the beginning of the film; it feels like warmed-up leftovers after the madness of John Wick 4 earlier this year. None of the hand-to-hand fights in this film even begin to compare to the show-stopping men's room fight in Mission Impossible: Fallout which featured Cruise's Ethan Hunt, Henry Cavill's August Walker (complete with his now-iconic "arm reload") and an extremely formidable opponent.  The car chase through Rome feels like something that's been done too many times before, whether it was in John Frankenheimer's Ronin, Doug Liman's The Bourne Identity, Sam Mendes' Spectre, or even Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation.  Finally, the film's signature stunt, the motorcycle jump off a cliff, felt like a retread of Fallout's HALO jump.  

Once upon a time, the M.I. guys, when it came to practical, flesh-and-blood stunts, were pretty much the only game in town. Other blockbusters had already started leaning heavily on computer-generated imagery for their action sequences, but Tom Cruise and his indefatigable stunt team, bless their hearts, kept things real. This was  endearing to critics and audiences, and it made each new installment, starting with Brad Bird's sublime Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol feel like an event. 

Unfortunately, in the twelve years that have passed since Ghost Protocol, stuntmen like Chad Stahelski and David Leitch have started directing and producing movies, bringing their distinct sensibilities with them and suddenly, we have movies like Nobody, Kate and of course John Wick filling our screens, big and small, with white-knuckle, heart-stopping action sequences that feel as real as they possibly could without causing the stars of the films serious injury. It's become a very crowded marketplace, in short.

I'm looking forward to the end of this series, because as with Indiana Jones, I think this franchise has pretty much run its course. I just hope they go out in style. 

7/10

 

Sending Indy Off...Again?!? A Review of Indiana Jones: the Dial of Destiny

 directed by James Mangold

written by John-Henry Butterworth, Jez Butterworth, David Koepp and James Mangold

I'll be blunt; I despised Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. As far as I was concerned, the franchise ended with Harrison Ford's Indiana Jones literally riding off into the sunset with his dad played by Sean Connery and his friends played by John Rhys-Davis and Denholm Elliott in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.  The fourth Indiana Jones movie felt distinctly tacked on, and worse still, as I watched it, I got the distinct impression that nobody involved, from Harrison Ford to Steven Spielberg, really wanted to be there. 

As a result, when they announced a few years back that they were actually developing a fifth Indiana Jones movie, back then with Spielberg still slated to direct, I honestly did not mind.  I didn't even mind when they announced that Spielberg had stepped back from directing duties, with James Mangold, director of Logan and Ford v. Ferrari, both movies that I loved, taking over.

I only started getting worried when I read about its lukewarm reception from critics and audiences, as well as the plethora of right-leaning critics dogpiling the film as "more woke trash" thanks to the prominent role of British writer/actress Phoebe Waller-Bridge.  

Still, I persevered, and watched it, and you know what? In spite of everything, I actually liked it, despite its bloated running time, Bridge's admittedly obnoxious character and some pretty chuckle-inducing CGI at key moments. 

The film starts in 1945 in the dying days of World War II, with Indy (a digitally de-aged Ford superimposed over a much younger body double) and his buddy Basil Shaw (Toby Jones) stealing an ancient artifact called Archimedes' Antikythera, the titular  Dial of Destiny, from the Nazis, headed by physicist Jorgen Voller (Mads Mikkelsen).  Indy and Basil jump the Nazi train just before Allied Forces blow it up, and presumably all's well that ends well.

Flash forward to 1969. The moon landing has just taken place, and Indiana Jones is old and embittered due to a personal tragedy that ruined his marriage to Marion Ravenwood (Karen Allen), and is basically going through the motions of his teaching job until his retirement, when he is suddenly interrupted by the arrival of two different people: Basil's daughter and Indy's goddaughter Helena (Waller-Bridge) and Voller, now going by the name Schmidt and flanked by several U.S. government agents, having been recruited by the U.S. government after World War II to help them win the space race. Both parties want one thing that Indy has stashed away in the university where he works: Archimedes' Antikythera. The madcap adventure that follows leads Indy halfway across the world, from Morocco to Sicily as he races against time to prevent Voller from using the dial for a truly nefarious purpose.

To be clear: if this movie had come out as a direct sequel to the 1989 film Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, I would probably have despised it.  While it was, if nothing else, a competent action-adventure movie, it really wouldn't have made sense to append it to a trilogy made by a master filmmaker at the very height of his powers.

The fact is, however, that Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull was so bad it created the need for this film.  There is simply no other way to put it.

On its own, the film has its merits.  The action sequence that opens the movie, as well as the madcap car chase that takes place through the streets of Morocco featuring two cars and a tuktuk, of all things, were genuine fun that, in my opinion at least, captured some semblance of the spirit of the original films, if only just.   The remainder of the action was hamstrung by either too much darkness like the underwater and cave scenes or some very regrettable CGI, like the big climax.  Harrison Ford still cuts an amazing figure even at 80 years, though he was aided and abetted quite a bit by CGI and a body double, especially in the beginning sequence.  Mads Mikkelsen turned in his usual solid performance as Voller, while Boyd Holbrook, who once menaced Hugh Jackman in Mangold's Logan, played yet another homicidal henchman. I actually liked the CIA Agent played by Shaunette Renee Wilson, but she didn't have a whole lot of screentime, nor did Antonio Banderas' diving expert Renaldo. The supposed "new blood" introduced by the movie didn't really do anything for me at all, whether it was Waller-Bridge as Helena, or Ethann Isidore as her sidekick Teddy, who was sort of an updated Short Round with a creepy little moustache.  I would much rather have had a cameo by Ke Huy Quan, to be honest, but that was not to be, unfortunately.  

I'd argue, more than anything, though, that the script was what let this movie down time and again, with its easy reliance on numerous tropes as well as some really sloppy storytelling, like the magical device that enabled the bad guys to know exactly where Indy and company were heading after each escape. While it's easy to bash any movie that features CGI these days, and this film is no exception, I think it's worth pointing out that Industrial Light and Magic did a very decent job de-aging Harrison Ford and mapping him onto a younger actor capable of physical derring-do. Sure, they used the age-old trick of shrouding it all in darkness, but that's their prerogative anyway. 

When the film ended it left me feeling much, much better about the franchise than the last one did, but I will say this: it really is time to let this franchise end. 

7/10

Familiar but Still Kind of Fresh: A Review of Elemental

 directed by Peter Sohn

written by John Hoberg, Kat Likkel and Brenda Hsueh (with Sohn)

Elemental marks the first time since 2017 that Walt Disney Pictures has released into theaters on a worldwide scale an original film not based on any previous property like Toy Story or The Incredibles. It carries a heavy burden of a sort, especially considering that Pixar's last theatrical release post-pandemic, the spinoff Lightyear, flopped upon release a year ago, costing the studio millions and the director his job. 

Set in a fantastical world populated by anthropomorphic versions of the four elements, air, water, earth and fire, the film tells the story of fire girl Ember (Leah Lewis) the daughter of immigrants to Element City Bernie (Ronnie del Carmen) and Cinder (Shila Ommi) who run a convenience store which Ember is set to inherit when her parents retire. The only problem is that Ember has a bit of a temper, which makes it challenging for her to deal with the inevitable difficult customer, as a result of which Bernie puts off retiring as long as he can. One day, however, he puts her in charge of a major sale, during which Ember of course loses her temper yet again. As she rushes down to the basement to blow off steam, however, she ends up bursting water pipes that had long thought to be dry, and ends up sucking city inspector and water guy Wade (Mamoudou Athie) into her home. Desperate to prevent Wade from reporting her father's stores various infractions to City Hall, Ember tails Wade and pleads with his boss air lady Gale (Wendy McLendon-Covey), and is given the briefest of reprieves to fix the problems. In the days that ensure, Ember and Wade learn to work together, unbeknownst to Bernie and Cinder, to solve the store's problems and experience the unlikeliest of attractions to each other.

This is Peter Sohn's second feature length film from Pixar, the first being 2015's The Good Dinosaur, a film which, even before Pixar was waylaid in its momentum by the pandemic, had the dubious distinction of being the rare Pixar film that a) bombed at the box office and b) was frightfully boring.

The good news is that Elemental, for all its flaws, is, at the very least, not boring. It tells an engaging story about two generations of immigrants and how the children of immigrants often face the dilemma of living up to their parents' dreams.  Sohn, who came up with the story, draws on his own personal experience as the son of Korean immigrants, and it shines through in the interaction between Ember and her aging dad, which is played very effectively by voice actors Leah Lewis and Ronnie del Carmen, the latter of whom is actually a veteran Pixar animator who has worked on some of their most significant movies like Inside Out and who, in my opinion, deserves to direct his own movie more than Sohn deserved this second crack at directing after the grossly mediocre Good Dinosaur.  Ahem.  Well, at least this movie is not about cowboy dinosaurs like that one was, so the narrative works when it focuses on the parent-child dynamic.

The fire and water love story, however, which was front and central to the film's marketing and is supposed to be a central aspect of the film as well, is nowhere near as compelling as the filmmakers seem to think it is. Sohn mercifully eschews the more conventional aspects of the "meet cute" such as an openly antagonistic relationship between the two characters, but even then he cannot help but have the characters drift into cliche time and time again. It doesn't help that, if I'm frank, Ember can be distinctly unlikeable while Wade, despite his clearly tragic backstory, seems genuinely uninteresting.   In short, fleshing out the two protagonists as individuals, instead of leaning much more heavily into Ember's complicated, culturally-infused relationship with her dad, would have really helped the love story along a lot more. 

The good news, though, is that the film is drop dead gorgeous. Sure, it is highly evocative of the visuals of Zootopia, another movie with diverse anthropomorphic creatures living in a city, but Pixar clearly tried to give this film its own visual identity, including each of the key characters.  

I also appreciated a lively score by Pixar mainstay Thomas Newman, best known for Finding Nemo and WALL-E.  While Newman's signature sound permeates it, there are new elements like new-age, Enya-like vocals supplementing it as well this time.

This is a far cry from Pixar's best work, but I'm grateful for it, and if they are to continue to convince audiences to catch their movies on the big screen instead of at home on Disney+, they need to keep making movies along this vein and, I hope, with better storytelling. 

7.5/10