Movie Review: Mission: Impossible

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Let me gist you about Mission: Impossible, because honestly, it’s more than just explosions and Tom Cruise hanging off buildings—it actually messed with me in a way I didn’t expect.

You remember how you watch a Mission: Impossible film and think of insane antics, gadgets, and Ethan Hunter stealing the impossible, right? This one provided me with all that -of course- but there were some times that I felt like the adrenaline was not just on the screen but inside me. Like, the train sequence.

God. I have experienced everything, I said to myself, yet seeing Ethan hanging on to his life as everything crumbles down around him, it was a near metaphor. That is the thing that underneath the action it was like seeing a man who refuses to give up even when the world is on fire around him. And it caused me to ask myself: how many times had I desired to simply give up rather than struggle through?

But let me rewind. That introductory scene--bro, it had me hitching myself forward like, Here we go again. It is this very high stakes mission gone wrong (as they always do) but what struck me most about it was not the failed attempt, it was the eyes of Ethan afterward. The man is full of guilt as though it is his uniform. I cannot tell whether you ever had that sort of burden--that apprehension that somebody you love will suffer on your account--but it written all over his face. That silence beyond the tumult was over? Way louder than the explosions.

And then there’s the betrayal. Oh, that turn when one of them, whom you thought was loyal, sells Ethan out. I was struck to the quick by that, listen. Then haven’t we all had that? A friend, a partner, a person that we put everything in their hands and then turn around and they are the one to make us bleed? One of them in particular, when Ethan realizes the truth, and his entire world pauses in a second. He doesn’t cry. He doesn’t break down. He just… stares. That quiet devastation?

That was more heartbreaking than any bullet wound. It made me think about the people I’ve let close, and how sometimes, those are the ones with the sharpest knives.

But my real breaking point? It wasn’t even a big action moment. It was when Ethan had this rare, quiet exchange with one of his team—kind of like family at this point. He lets the mask slip, just a little, and admits he’s tired. Tired of running, tired of losing people, tired of being the one who has to fix everything. That vulnerability caught me off guard. I didn’t expect Mission: Impossible to make me feel… human. But there it was: a reminder that even the strongest ones—the ones who always show up, who never fail us—they’re breaking inside too. And sometimes, they just want to rest.

And then, of course, the finale. Ethan as Ethan, all to risk everything to bring back the only person that keeps him alive. I could not even lie--my heart was racing. Not because I believed he would fail, but because of what it was: the decision he makes again and again. To fight. To keep going. And bear the burden, though not fairly. That is what I would like to be strong like on those bad days.


So I came to watch the action, but I went away with this funny stuff in my chest. What is your impossible mission, like the movie was asking me: And will you abandon, or will you hang on even when the train is wrecking?

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