“Mission Impossible — Fallout”: Got adrenaline? (FILM REVIEW)

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE — FALLOUT: Stars Tom Cruise, Simon Pegg, Ving Rhames, Alec Baldwin, Henry Cavill, Rebecca Ferguson, and Angela Bassett; written and directed by Christopher McQuarrie; 147 minutes; Rated PG-13. Critic’s rating: B+

What does “Mission Impossible — Fallout,” which handily scores a slamdunk as the most riveting, most highly adrenalized action film of the summer, have in common with slasher movies and chopsocky fare?

It’s the relentless, sometimes breathtaking, sweeps-you-away-despite-the-sheer-preposterousness action, stupid.

Just as the aforementioned genres are all about cruel, bloody murders, and ferocious kung fu battles, respectively, alternating with in-between content that often amounts to soggy filler, the new “MI” and the most accomplished of its ilk are all about artfully staged combat — frequently hand-to-hand — and thrilling chases, this time via cars, motorcycles, and helicopters.

And about that exposition, which, you know, just slows things down, but nevertheless is delivered with absolutely straight faces by a roomful of gifted actors: Does the identity of the villain really matter, not to mention what, exactly, he or she plans to do to the world if not foiled by our intrepid hero?

The sixth installment in the “MI” series, a franchise that, unbelievably, dates back 22 years, again stars the world’s most famous Scientologist, the age-defying Tom Cruise, now 56 but 33 in body-specimen years, as unstoppable IMF (Impossible Mission Force) agent Ethan Hunt.

Expertly furrowing his eyebrows to better telegraph his seriousness, at the film’s start, in some dark lair in Berlin, Hunt takes in a snappy video presentation delivered via an electronic device disguised inside a copy of Homer’s “Odyssey.”

Get it? This way lies a long, treacherous journey, to be marked by many dangers, temptations, and hair-raising escapes. Then, just as we expected, the capper: “This message will self-destruct” is accompanied by a poof of smoke, in a nerdy but lovable bit that dates back to the ’60s/’70s TV show. Now you see it, now you don’t.

Of course, the old series never aspired to the technical brilliance of the new movies, the last two of which have been directed by Christopher McQuarrie. In those terms, this one’s an absolute stunner, an adrenaline-fueled marvel of perpetual motion and brilliantly directed set pieces. In some respects, it makes James Bond movies seem altogether laidback by comparison.

(If the title of the new “MI” reminds you of “Skyfall,” the 2012 Bond film that was also one of the best in that action series, you’re not alone).

Sure, 007 makes loads of hair-raising escapes, tossing out clever throwaway lines and bagging the babes along the way. But MI’s Hunt runs, runs, runs, leaps, falls, and runs some more, like the Energizer Bunny of superspies, and he does so with nearly as much style and grace as 007. Bonus: Ethan’s supporting pals and bosses — including funny guy Benji (Simon Pegg), lovable and loyal hulk Luther (Ving Rhames), and superiors Alan Hunley (Alec Baldwin) and Erica Sloan (Angela Bassett) — are, honestly, a lot more excitable and more fun than Bond’s stuffy stiff-upper-lip crew.

This time, saving the world entails a mission, should Hunt accept it, involving retrieving three missing plutonium cores from a group of anarchists known as the Apostles. The designated baddies include an international criminal named John Lark and hirsute villain Solomon Lane (Sean Harris), back on duty from the last installment, “Rogue Nation,” also directed by McQuarrie and clearly superior to the earlier “MI” movies.

Femmes, potentially also fatales, are here, too, courtesy of Brit agent Ilsa Faust (Rebecca Ferguson), possessed of mad motorcycle and sniping skills, and a mysterious negotiator/flirt named the White Widow (Vanessa Kirby).

Spicing up the mix are hard-bodied CIA straight arrow August Walker (Henry Cavill), a frenemy to Hunt who may or may not be on Team Western Civilization, and, oddly, Ethan’s ex-wife Julia (Michelle Monaghan), last seen in the series’ 2011 entry, “Ghost Protocol.”

Yes, there will be masks, a high body count, explosions, a ticking bomb, a race against a deadline — 72 hours — and travelogue-worthy mad dashes through Paris (cue the Arc de Triomphe and the catacombs), London (cue the Tate Modern museum and the Thames), and Kashmir. And Wolf Blitzer.

But mostly, the latest, longest — at 2 1/2 hours — and maybe greatest “MI” are those carefully constructed, elaborately arranged, elongated action sequences, including an endless bout of mostly flesh-on-flesh male brawling in an all-white bathroom inside the cavernous Grand Palais, made over as a pulsating nightclub and, even more astonishing, a cat-and-mouse helicopter chase in the Himalayas that concludes with literal cliff hanging.

I’m getting winded just thinking about it all. But, as characters utter more than once in the film, they’ll “figure it out” before everything is said and done. And the getting there will keep us glued to the screen until the credits roll.




My Summer of Reading: “1 Dead in Attic” + Eight Other Books

This summer, I’ve made an extra effort to catch up on my dead-trees reading. As usual, I’ve frequently been caught in the middle of a handful of books simultaneously. It’s a bad habit, but one I can’t seem to break.

I’ve let my book-reading decisions wander about a bit, sometimes determined by my longtime interest in particular authors, sometimes influenced by recent reviews, sometimes resulting from sheer happenstance — whatever I came across in my own stacks or at a used-book store.

Here are the books I’ve started and/or finished since about June:

1 Dead in Attic: After Katrina, by Chris Rose – A collection of reflective and often heartbreaking columns by the Pulitzer-winning columnist for the New Orleans Times-Picayune; still incredibly compelling and moving, seven years after the storm, as a strengthening Tropical Storm Isaac approaches the northern Gulf Coast, with the Crescent City firmly in its cross hairs.

Skinny Dip, by Carl Hiaasen – a beautiful would-be murder victim survives being tossed off a cruise ship, and wreaks havoc on the self-centered wannabe marine biologist husband who committed the deed; yet another volley of often hilarious over-the-top crime and Floridiana in the Hiaasen mode, touching on myriad issues related to the environment and growth in the Sunshine State.

Green Hills of Africa, by Ernest Hemingway – big-game hunting in East Africa, circa the ’30s, spiked with philosophical observations on the art of living, the craft of writing, and the relative value of several authors; more of a slog than I’d remembered.

The Dead Zone, by Stephen King – the tale of a man who acquires psychic powers after waking up from a five-year coma; scarier and more intensely focused on psychological drama than was Terry Gilliam’s 1983 film, starring a suitably creepy Christopher Walken.

The Paris Wife, by Paula McLain – an imagined first-person account of life as Hemingway’s fourth wife (Hadley Richardson), among the beautiful people and assorted artists and writers in Paris of the ’20s; a detailed and often beautifully written evocation of the period.

Slaughterhouse Five, by Kurt Vonnegut — a brilliantly imaginative, time-tripping saga centered on Billy Pilgrim, an optometrist and World War II veteran who survived the bombing of Dresden and occasionally travels to the planet Tralfamadore; the classic of contemporary antiwar fiction was made into an uneven 1972 film directed by George Roy Hill.

One Shot, by Lee Child – a taut tale of a mass murder in small-town Indiana, the too-neat solution of the crime, and franchise tough-guy Jack Reacher’s involvement in sussing out what really happened, why, and how he can avoid getting caught in a deadly trap.

Dixie City Jam, by James Lee Burke – series hero Dave Robicheaux, a former New Orleans cop and recovering alcoholic, takes on ex-Nazis, the mob, and corrupt politician and cops; as ever, scenes of New Orleans and rural Louisiana are beautifully rendered.

My First Movie: Twenty Celebrated Directors Talk About Their First Film, edited by Stephen Lowenstein – intriguing accounts of debut movies, including close-up remembrances of the Coens’ noir thriller “Blood Simple”

Several of these books were made into films. The forthcoming “Jack Reacher” was adapted from Child’s One Shot, with Tom Cruise in the title role and a cast that includes Robert Duvall, Rosamund Pike, and acclaimed German director Werner Herzog.

Will the action flick, directed and written by Christopher McQuarrie, who directed “The Way of the Gun” in 2000 and wrote the screenplays for “The Tourist,” “Valkyrie” and “The Usual Suspects,” give Cruise’s career the shot in the arm it needs? Will its box-office success merit the launch of a new franchise? Time will tell.