Cannes: Even bad exposition can't trip up Tom Cruise, flying high with ‘Mission Impossible — The Final Reckoning'

Los Angeles Times

15-05-2025

CANNES, France — Tom Cruise's Ethan Hunt arrived in France in 1996's 'Mission: Impossible' clinging to a high speed train through the Chunnel, pursued and nearly skewered by a helicopter. It was, as the French might say, une entrée dramatique. In 2018's 'Mission: Impossible — Fallout,' he leapt from an airplane to plummet four-and-a-half miles down to the glass roof of Paris' Grand Palais and now, for the big finale of his franchise, 'Mission: Impossible — The Final Reckoning,' he's come to conquer the Cannes Film Festival.
One boisterous fan outside the premiere shoved her Chihuahua at Cruise so he could see it was wearing a pink sweatshirt with his face. Another brandished a DVD of 2000's 'Mission: Impossible 2,' arguably the worst entry in the series. Cruise took a photo with her anyway. 'Le selfie!' the red-carpet announcer cried.
The series hasn't been kind to its French actors: Emmanuelle Béart was shot, Jean Reno blown up by exploding chewing gum, Léa Seydoux kicked out of a window at the Burj Khalifa. (Pom Klementieff, whose character's name is Paris, has survived to co-star in this eighth entry.) Yet, you didn't have to parler français to glean the excitement on the ground.
This is only Cruise's third trip to Cannes and it took him nearly half an hour to walk the 60 yards of red carpet, an exhausting amount of waving, even for someone lauded for his cardio. He took care to acknowledge everyone who'd come to cheer, even trotting back down a few steps to make eye contact and thump on his heart for the fans in the corner flank.
In 2022, as part of the lead-up to 'Top Gun: Maverick,' the blockbuster that would defibrillate the pandemic box office, Cruise received an honorary Palme d'Or and a salute from eight zipping French jets. During his first visit, for 1992's 'Far and Away,' times were different and he felt free to be outspoken, telling the press that the then-recent Rodney King verdict 'sickened me.' Today, he seems to feel the weight of championing the theatrical experience, just as Ethan Hunt is repeatedly forced to shoulder the burden of saving the world. Neither of them truly has the freedom to 'choose to accept it.' More than any of his movie star peers, Cruise seems aware that someone has to symbolize an increasingly bygone era of filmmaking, to be this century's Charlie Chaplin.
The vibe before the screening of 'Final Reckoning' was a bit bar mitzvah. The DJ alternated between dance-floor classics — Kool & the Gang, Joan Jett — and remixes of Lalo Schifrin's pulsating 'Mission: Impossible' theme, one by four beatboxers who mimicked police sirens, another classed-up by a live saxophone and violins. This year's big Cannes fashion headline is that women are no longer allowed to wear 'voluminous' frocks on the steps. Nevertheless, Hayley Atwell, who plays Grace, a pickpocket-turned-secret-agent, wore a gown on the daring end of puffy. Red with large flares at her hips and ankles, she resembled the vintage biplane Cruise dangles from in the film. He could have clung onto her elbow for a teaser.
But when the movie started, the mood turned funereal. This farewell to Ethan Hunt begins with a three-decade-spanning montage of Cruise that could double as the intro to his inevitable honorary Oscar. 'I want to thank you for a lifetime of unrelenting and devoted service,' Angela Bassett's President Erika Sloane tells Ethan in the opening minute. Later, she slips him a code with an important date — May 22, 1996 — which also happens be the day the 'Mission: Impossible' franchise launched. The whole film is a panegyric: big speeches and weighty moments with very little sense of play. Tonally, it starts with an ending and keeps on ending for the next 2 hours and 49 minutes.
The eight 'Mission' films can be cleaved into two groups. The first four made a point of swapping directors and moods and even Ethan's core identity: Brian De Palma made him a jaundiced naif; John Woo, a hot-blooded flirt; J.J. Abrams, a devoted husband; Brad Bird, a near-mute human cartoon. The last four are all helmed by Christopher McQuarrie (who's co-written this script with Erik Jendresen) but neither has added much to his personality. We're told, over and over, that Ethan is a gambler and a rule-breaker — and paradoxically, that he's the only human worthy of our trust, an odd thing to say about a spy who wears masks of other people's faces like party hats.
Of all the 'Mission: Impossible' films, this is the only one that needs you to remember what happened in the previous entry, 2023's 'Mission: Impossible — Dead Reckoning Part One,' which introduced an all-knowing AI villain called the Entity and its equally unemotional minion Gabriel (Esai Morales) that made a fun foil for Cruise himself, as a sinister duo that values digital trickery over human sweat. Now, the Entity intends to annihilate humanity in four days unless it can be taken offline by a key that accesses a gizmo in the Arctic Sea that connects to a whatsit that Ving Rhames's weary Luther is attempting to invent from a makeshift hospital bed somewhere in the subway tunnels of London. A grunting Cruise batters a goon while huffing, 'You spend! Too much time! On the internet!'
That last film managed to introduce Atwell's Grace and collect the key while still enjoying a sense of play, like an axle-cracking Fiat chase through Rome and flirtations manifested via close-up magic. Here, the plot weighs everything down. Not just the threat-of-extinction stuff, which includes Bassett's POTUS debating which American city to blow up as a preemptive gesture, but by its own irritating God's-eye omniscience that rarely allows the suspense to spool out in the present. The editing is always cutting to the past or the future. There's flashbacks to things that happened five minutes earlier and flash-forwards to how a stunt could look instead of just getting on with it.
Just as exhausting is how the entire cast trades lines of exposition to explain Ethan's daredevil feats before he actually does them. There are almost no conversations, only premonitions and plans delivered in bullet-points like a group research project. No one steps on anyone else's dramatic pauses. They may as well be reciting how to build an IKEA Billy bookcase. I can't think of anything more thrill-stifling, even with cinematographer Fraser Taggart lighting everybody's eyeballs to look so shiny that the actors continually appear on the verge of tears. Still, even within those limitations, Simon Pegg is delightful as Hunt's longtime tech-whiz teammate Benji, as are new and returning ensemble members Tramell Tillman, Lucy Tulugarjuk and Rolf Saxon, the latter of whom plays a throwback character once threatened with manning a radar tower in Alaska — a punishment that did, in fact, come to pass.
But Cruise is reason audiences will, and should, see 'Final Reckoning' on a large and loud screen. His Ethan continues to survive things he shouldn't. (One too-miraculous rescue attempts to distract us from asking questions by inserting an out-of-place close-up of Atwell's heaving bosom.) Yet, what I've most come to appreciate about Ethan is that he doesn't try to play the unflappable hero. Clinging to the chassis of an airplane with the wind plastering his hair to his forehead and oscillating his gums like bulldog in a convertible, he is, in fact, exceedingly flapped.
The flight chase is fantastic. It's what Isaac Newton might have made if he'd demonstrated velocity by placing an apple in a bucket and whipping it in circles. But even its exhilaration gets bested by a centerpiece underwater sequence where Cruise scuba dives alone in silence suffering stunts that you cannot believe. I couldn't tell you how long he swam — at some point, my heart stopped — but there are images of vertical sheets of water and the star in shivering, fetal isolation that felt like the franchise wasn't just trying to top itself, but hoping to best 'Titanic' and '2001: A Space Odyssey.'
As the sound design rumbled with queasy creaks over shots of a submarine teetering on the edge of a deep-sea cliff, I found myself thinking most of all of that famous sequence of a frozen shack sliding off a cliff in Charlie Chaplin's 1925 'The Gold Rush,' which celebrates its centennial anniversary this fall. By coincidence or grand design, a gorgeously restored 'The Gold Rush' was also the first movie screened at this year's Cannes. If there's a Cannes in 2125, maybe it'll play a 100-year-old Tom Cruise classic. It won't be this 'Mission: Impossible' over the first, third or fourth. Regardless, I bet the fans will still be cheering.