|Overkill: 130 stories? Wouldn't a fall from 13 stories be enough to kill him?|
|That's what I call network security!|
Léa Seydoux is pure French sensuousness as a soulless, braless assassin; and Jeremy Renner wears very tight trousers throughout the movie, with several lingering butt shots, which I'm told the ladies like?
|"I must have left my underwear at my last kill."|
|Don't let the dealership find out about this, or you're going to void the warranty.|
Fast forward one week: I rewatched The Incredibles (one of my top movies of the last decade). Mr. Incredible prevents a few crimes on his way to his own wedding. He changes back into his tuxedo before entering the church, but his friend Fro-Zone has to remind him to remove his mask before entering the church so the guests won't see them. Just a small moment, but odd to see in two Brad Bird movies?
The Mission Impossible movies have been overcomplicated, humorless affairs:
- I have grown to appreciate the 1996 film -- I can hardly call it the "original" -- even if I probably don't understand it.
- All I remember about the John Woo-directed M:I2 is Tom Cruise's long hair, a surplus of rubber masks, and some stunt motorcycle riding.
- All I remember about J.J. Abrams' M:I3 is the nasty brain-exploding implant which kills Felicity (spoiler alert!), and Philip Seymour Hoffman at his most vicious. I remember Ethan Hunt having a wife, but I could not remember who played her. Oh Michelle Monaghan, when I saw you in Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang, I thought you were going to break out, but you've been treading water ever since.