‘Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning’ review: Eighth movie is a thrilling send-off — if it’s actually the last one
NY Post
Ethan Hunt’s most impossible mission yet? Getting viewers to tear up at the end of the eighth and possibly last “Mission: Impossible” film, “The Final Reckoning.”
Our eyes have often been wide open in awe during this spectacle-driven 29-year movie series, but rarely ever wet.
However, when Ving Rhames’ Luther said to Tom Cruise’s IMF agent, “The world still needs you,” I couldn’t help but sniffle in agreement.
The “Mission: Impossible” franchise, whether kaput or continuing (which will require a lot of ka-ching), remains some of the best action flicks out there.
Sixty-two-year-old Cruise, more of a high school senior than a senior citizen, still sprints across London’s Westminster Bridge past Big Ben like he’s a flesh-and-bones missile. Just as naturally, he charmingly cracks wise with the suave ease of Roger Moore. And behind the camera as a producer, the man cares a great deal about the quality of these movies, and it shows in the fastidious details.
Running in the footsteps of the last two entries directed by Christopher McQuarrie, “Fallout” and “Dead Reckoning,” No. 8 is another high-voltage, gargantuanly envisioned test of Cruise’s bodily limits. Only this franchise can make wincing fun.
