So, yesterday Phyllis and I had our last Sunday afternoon out, since she'll be moving away before the next. We were going to see
Kinky Boots, but as she's leaving town, she wanted a last trip to the
Alamo Drafthouse before going. So we went to see MI3; in the first instance ever of the Alamo making a movie viewing less enjoyable rather than more enjoyable for me, they showed too many of Tom Cruise's television interviews beforehand, highlighting how insane, arrogant, and compassionless, not to mention creepy, he is. As a result, it was hard to take him in the movie (harder than usual, even). The movie gave good gadget and action, and if there'd only been more team, more Ving Rhames, more Jonathan Rhys Meyers, it would have been a great popcorn movie.
I wish some other country had taken on the Mission Impossible films...one that would have focused on the team dynamics within the mission action rather than on the one guy hero. feh.