Last week, I went to watch Mission Impossible 3. Despite not being particularly excited by the trailers and teasers (watching them, you wouldn't know what the story is really about. Except that Tom Cruise is unbreakable, but you know that going in), I was glad to get to it, marking the end of a week long movie festival that is high on substance, but usually low on style.
And guns. And explosions. And girls. And gadgets.
Sometimes...you want to watch a movie with good actors, a compelling storyline, and a sense of cinematography that takes your breath away.
At other times...you just want to watch people get their heads blown off.
That time was last Friday. So no one actually gets their head blown off, but there were more than enough style and panache to keep me company.
Another reason why I went to watch it is not just for the sake of watching it. My friend and I watched it at the end of the Jeonju International Film Festival, and as the end of the festival.
For me, however, Mission Impossible is more than just an end.
It is the beginning. The beginning to the summer season. The beginning to big budget, mindless fun kind of movies. The X Men and the Superman Returns and the Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and Click and The Fast and the Furious 3 and The Da Vinci Code and Miami Vice and World Trade Center and...
...well, I think you get the point.
So, Mission Impossible is OK at best.
But that's OK.
It's not what I'm looking for.