Qasim Riaz

I’ve loved Mission: Impossible since the very first film. For nearly thirty years, Ethan Hunt has been a character I admired fearless, loyal, and human beneath all the chaos. Every part gave me something unforgettable: the suspense of the first one, the wild style of the second, the raw emotion of the third, the brilliance of Ghost Protocol, the intensity of Rogue Nation, the near perfection of Fallout, and even the good setup of Dead Reckoning Part One. That’s why The Final Reckoning hurts. I expected a closing chapter that gave Ethan depth and closure, but instead it felt like a string of stunts glued together by a thin, predictable story. Ethan doesn’t grow, the villain is hollow, and the supporting characters I cared about barely matter anymore. The AI threat could have been powerful, but it’s treated like a cliché, leaving the film without the emotional weight it needed. I’m not saying it’s bad entertainment—Tom Cruise still risks his life to amaze us, and the action is as big as ever—but after all these years, I wanted more than spectacle. I wanted a farewell that honored the journey, not just repeated it. For the first time, I walked out of a Mission: Impossible movie not thrilled, but empty. And as a fan who has been loyal from the start, that’s the most impossible feeling of all.

One of the Best Movie i have ever seen...