Domonic Tabango

On its own, this movie would 'disappear' into the vacant fog of our sub consciousness. But, no, this just so happens to wear the Mission Impossible title on its sleeve like the moniker of a childlike tantrum. This screenplay is utter vapid garbage. Tom Cruise's charisma is transformed so heinously that his portrayal of Ethan Hunt comes off as borderline psychotic. The plot rotates and revolves around itself like its own contained universe that no one cares about. Almost every decision is incredibly mundane and stupid (characters are even aware of it, but because the plot tells them to do stupid stuff, they do it). The recruitment sequence makes me want to cry tears of pure blood. The villain is a contrived stereotypical European baddie. His right hand man is a sycophant. Anthony Hopkins shows up for no reason. Soundtrack by Metallica's lack of pride (this was right after Napster, mind you). Directed by John Woo, who was so high off his own ego that he never even realized just how generic his style was becoming. Just remember, it was the left jacket pocket, not the right one. That's why everything goes bust. Cause of that one, stupid, bullcrap narrative plug that a 'professional cat burglar' would never commit. I resent the writer of this film, and I resent the man-child chad wannabes that consented it. I remember liking this movie... When I was six... One of the worst sequels ever made. Do not recommend, not even for laughs. Kills brain cells.