There are plentiful perilous countdowns, most of the set-pieces are impressively mounted and, in its own silly way, the pay-off offers a glancing blow at US foreign policy. Relatable? No. But quite fun.
The grand finale? A fistfight, after which somebody gets run over. Listen, if I want to see that kind of action, I don't go to Shanghai. I don't even go to the movies. I go to the South Bronx and stand outside a bar.
The new Mission: Impossible III reestablishes the franchise as America's answer to the 007 series -- brand-name, big-effects, no-nonsense fun with plenty of hold-on-to-your-popcorn action sequences and a theme song that won't leave your head.
Logic and humanity would probably gum up the (fire)works. The Mission: Impossible template is about being resourceful, using gadgets in interesting ways to infiltrate the Vatican or swing Tarzan-like over the rooftops of Shanghai.
The high-octane juice audiences crave in big-budget action films surges propulsively through Mission: Impossible III, in large measure due to Tom CruiseTom Cruise, who seems determined to give a persuasive human impersonation of a Ferrari.