Mission: Impossible III

It's an expertly engineered popcorn movie - hold the butter substitute - but it also tries (and fails) to be a love story for the ages.

Unlike the previous two films in this series, Abrams is more concerned with his hero's heart than with his hardware. The result is a pulse-racing thriller that restores the human factor to the franchise, and to its producer-star.

Bury the nostalgia. Like the rap twist Kayne West puts into the film's classic theme, this movie is best when it stirs it up.

For all its far-fetched formulations, this new entry maintains more of a dramatic throughline and has the bonus of a villain played with unsparing meanness by Philip Seymour Hoffman.

Maybe it's foolish to be disappointed by a pure popcorn movie, but as I walked out of this film, I felt it had failed in its mission of pure entertainment.

The movie raises your pulse, it has visual wow. But I suspect that audiences will emerge into the light feeling more battered than entertained.

Aside from a single jazzy image of Hunt taking a nosedive off a Shanghai skyscraper, Abrams' movie is too oppressive, too enamored of its brutality to deliver anything like real thrills; its deeply unpleasant tone nearly makes you long even for Woo's cartoon absurdities.

The First Mission: Impossible that i watch is this III or 3,,,,,is a great one ssomewhat underrated.....................................................................................

Mission: Impossible III restores a consistent balance between the action, tension and storyline than the last 2 films did but the pacing throughout the film is very sloppy.

This is another another mainstream action movie. Stay clear from this movie if you're looking for one with an original plot. Before the film had even reached its halfway point, I knew how it would conclude. That's how foreseeably obvious it was. There is only one "good man" slain during the entire film. It is quite improbable that someone could leap onto buildings from great heights and endure numerous gunfights without suffering even a single gunshot wound or serious injuries. The movie appeared to be set in our time period, yet there were a number of high-tech items that were clearly fake. such as the tool that created a lifelike mask of a person's face in a matter of minutes.

A movie of utter garbage. Every scene was either taken from a better movie or too stupid to have ever have been in any other movie. Just a bunch of rerun nonsense.

Le début du film est particulièrement efficace, saisissant même... et laisse augurer du meilleur pour la suite des évènements. Hélas, ce n'est qu'un feu de paille -assez flamboyant tout de même par la grâce de cet incroyable acteur, le regretté Philip Seymour Hoffman dont l'intensité crève l'écran. Du coup, même le nabot Tommy tente de se maintenir un peu au dessus d'une simple nullité, comme s'il apprenait à nager tout-à-coup ! Puis, les masques tombent, ceux d'un scénario qui peine à dissimuler son indigence voire sa bouffonnerie totale vers la fin... De l'action, il y en a, ça oui mais quelle importance puisque le trou du cul Abrams est atteint de la caméra de Parkinson ! l'action devient brouillonne et illisible, déjà pas aidée par un montage souvent nerveux. Des tas de trucs explosent, des cascades improbables se succèdent mais à quoi ça sert si c'est filmé par un épileptique ? à rien ! Il reste quelques moments d'infiltration typiques de Mission Impossible à peu près regardables (et délirants) mais le film décidément trop long se perd sur la vie sentimentale de Monsieur Hunt (et ça on s'en branle) et en dialogues parfois d'une telle bêtise qu'on arrive pas à y croire. Abrams a dû se croire dans un dessin animé idiot grandeur nature ou une sitcom avec des explosions pour en arriver là... Et pourtant la distribution est assurément soignée avec des jeunes couteaux prometteurs, filles ou garçons (Jonathan, Keri, Maggie pour la galerie et même Aaron Paul !) sans compter Fishburne qui a encore grossi. Mais à quoi tout cela sert-il quand le scénario hystéro-bouffon se conjugue avec la réalisation lamentable de l'autre petzouille ? à que dalle !