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Takes all of the usual necessary evils of the Mission: Impossible franchise and dials it up to 11. Tireless exposition, plenty of nonsense macguffins, reverence for the Tom Cruise persona as both global savior and american rebel. Even the two (ittedly quite impressive) set-pieces feel a tad coy and self-aware while still being wrapped up in a funereal end of days intensity. I didn't care much for Dead Reckoning but this is a real chore even when compared to…