Mission: Impossible Rogue Nation is apparently worth every moment of frustration that comes with dealing with the Friday night movie crowd and the entirely too expensive movie ticket. Tom Cruise's 'totally sick stunt skillz' will have you forgetting that you somehow spent $35 on popcorn and soda – it's that good.
Rogue Nation isn't exactly a 'rebirth' of the series that somehow never lost momentum, it's a continuation that pokes fun at itself and is an awesome action film. It never asked to be anything more than an action film and Cruise does action pretty damn well. Let's take a look at reviews around the web (with a shameless plug!):
Rogue Nation has everything you'd want in one of these films — impressive action, a twisty and engaging plot, cool toys and spy set pieces, and some great Benji moments. It's even self-aware, unafraid to poke fun at how many times Ethan and crew have avoided death. A sixth one might seem like a stretch at this point, but a fifth one was too, and Rogue Nation managed the impossible.
Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation is industrial-strength, stunt-stuffed, thoroughly soulless, yet eminently watchable cinema.
The last M:I film, 2011's Ghost Protocol, remains the series' high point because it was so consistently engaging. This time, we spend much too long in government back rooms discussing politics.
I thought it would be hard to top Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol, but this franchise just keeps getting better. The latest edition, Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation is not just the best movie of the summer, it is the best summer movie of the summer.
Returning to make a mockery of the series title for a fifth time, Cruise ploughs through Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation, a sequel that is slick with silliness, but peppered with enough wit and peril to sustain the franchise’s momentum.
Cruise is – obviously – the definitive modern movie star. A bizarre and indefatigable charismatic force that can make the bad watchable and the average – like Rogue Nation – actually quite fun. It’s all here: the gee-shucks boyishness, the pointy-hand sprinting, the toplessness – conscripted into the service of a secret agent yarn that’s hustled into shape by his Jack Reacher cohort, writer-director Christopher McQuarrie.
