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Watching Tom Cruise
hurtle through the latest “Mission: Impossible,” taking one blow after
another, you can’t help worrying that he won’t be able to keep this
action stuff up. It looks so hard! But here he is, the 53-year-old Tom
Terrific, holding onto a plane as it takes off, defying sense and
gravity, and making you wonder (not for the first time) if he would
actually die for our pleasure. By the time he’s flailing underwater
without an oxygen tank, struggling against violent surges as breath and
time run out, you can almost feel the life leaving his body.
The
first “Mission: Impossible” movie, a spinoff from the 1960s television
show, was released 19 years ago and was, though it’s almost hard to
believe it now, something of an auteurist event, having been directed by
Brian De Palma. Mr. Cruise was an established action star by 1996, but
he also helped produce the first film, which strengthened his status as
an international brand.
As a star-auteur, he has always been the most
important feature and effect of the series, although it’s telling that
Mr. De Palma oversaw the set-piece that gave the movies their
foundational image: Mr. Cruise’s operative, Ethan Hunt, hovering like a spider (or a puppet) above a luminous white floor while suspended by a very thin rope.
As
the clock tick-tocks, and Ethan struggles to keep his cool — a single
drop of sweat splashed on the floor would blow the operation — the
visual gloss and high-tech gobbledygook, Mr. Cruise’s graceful
athleticism and Mr. De Palma’s New Hollywood suspense chops flow
together, turning the scene into the emblematic “Mission: Impossible”
showstopper.
It’s the kind of pure cine-spectacle that jolts you before
sweeping you up. There’s never been a scene in the series as memorable
as that one, even if the exploding fish tank, the film’s other
eye-popper, comes close. These sequences set a high bar both for
directors who followed in Mr. De Palma’s wake and for Mr. Cruise’s
physical performance, which in the later installments has largely
involved progressively scarier stunts.
The writer and director of the latest movie — its goofy full title is “Mission: Impossible — Rogue Nation” — is Christopher McQuarrie,
who’s been tethered to Mr. Cruise for the past decade. They worked
together on Mr. McQuarrie’s adaptation of “Jack Reacher,” a grim genre
bummer that was a bad fit for Mr. Cruise, who can rarely go tough and
dark with conviction.Mr. McQuarrie also had a hand in writing “Edge of Tomorrow,” Doug Liman’s underloved science-fiction romp that dovetailed with Mr. Cruise’s strengths, including a too infrequently tapped gift for light comedy. Mr. McQuarrie, who made his name with his rebuslike script for “The Usual Suspects,” tends to work the more lugubrious end of the entertainment spectrum, so it’s a nice surprise that “Rogue Nation” isn’t just another clenched-jaw blowout.
Sleek and bloated, specific and generic, “Rogue Nation” is pretty much like most of the “Impossible” movies in that it’s an immense machine that Mr. McQuarrie, after tinkering and oiling, has cranked up again and set humming with twists and turns, global trotting and gadgets, a crack supporting cast and a hard-working star.
Jeremy Renner, Ving Rhames and Simon Pegg (with his valuable comic timing) are all back, joined by the series newcomer Rebecca Ferguson. She plays a super-vixen, the amusingly named Ilsa Faust, who enters with the camera peeking up her skirt and rises like a half-shell Venus, à la the original Bond Girl, Ursula Andress. Even so, Ms. Ferguson has more going for her than man-throttling thighs (and an ace stunt double, Lucy Cork); she holds her own both on the ground and in midair.
Mr.
Cruise looks comfortable with Ms. Ferguson, another plus. For most of
his action-movie career, he has come across as a less romantically
nimble, less self-amused version of Douglas Fairbanks, the swashbuckler who leaped through the silent era. Like Mr. Cruise, Fairbanks performed many of his own white-knuckle stunts, as when he climbs
up the chain of a closing drawbridge in “Robin Hood.” (Fairbanks helped
start United Artists, which Mr. Cruise owned a piece of for a while.)
All too often, Mr. Cruise’s insistence on doing frightening stunts in
the “Mission: Impossible” series has become its most distinguishing
quality. In this movie, though, when he goes airborne like a
barnstormer, the scene’s self-conscious sense of the absurd suggests
he’s trying to let his inner Harold Lloyd out to play.
That
helps speed up “Rogue Nation,” which slows down when the plot tangles
or some ceremonial manly peacocking ensues, usually from Mr. Renner and
Mr. Cruise. Clearly Mr. McQuarrie and his star feel the need to stamp
the series with seriousness, something that Mr. De Palma knew better
than to do.
And throughout “Rogue Nation,” you can sense the filmmakers
comfortably, at times awkwardly, playing tug of war with the mood, which
grows sinister with the excellent Sean Harris as the regulation evil
genius and almost frisky with Alec Baldwin as an intelligence blowhard
and Tom Hollander as a political boob. Mr. Pegg’s second-banana flair is
especially crucial here because it helps show that Mr. Cruise, whose
smile at times seems awfully strained these days, can still take a
ribbing as well as a licking.
“Mission: Impossible — Rogue Nation” is rated PG-13 (Parents strongly cautioned). Kids, don’t try this at home.
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