I'm not laughing AT it. I'm laughing WITH it.
30 April 1999
This deal is a bigger mistake than usual. I mean it starts with Henry Czerny delivering the famous 'Good Morning Mr. Phelps' line. Are you kidding me? Henry Czerny? (and I like Henry Czerny!) It is blasphemy of the highest order. Maybe Fran Drescher will be available for the sequel.

On to our 'hero'-his name is Ethan Hunt. All the on-screen presence of Ethan Hawke, plus all the machismo of Helen Hunt. Now I don't know how many focus groups it took to come up with it, but every time Mr. Cruise's on-screen monniker was spoken throughout the film, I couldn't help but think I was either at a polo match or a drug-anon meeting.

A superb cast. Emmanuelle Beart-wasted, Jean Reno-wasted, Kristin Scott Thomas, Henry Czerny, Ving Rhames, Jon Voight-wasted, wasted, wasted, and wasted. Dale Dye even gets a chance to make a less than meaningful impression.

I can't agree that the story was confusing--it was just plain stupid. David Koepp should've done better-although sadly (without giant dinosaurs) this might just be his best , and Steven Zaillian, a true talent should be ashamed.

An out and out embarrassment at every level.
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