Mission Impossible – Fallout

A rare visit to the cinema at Scunthorpe where I can use my free Lloyds Bank vouchers. Dave and I had discussed going to see it and Lucie wasn’t too keen. Lucie was going to a book club dinner, an ideal time for us to zip over to Scunnie in the MX5 with the roof down.

As we settled into our seats prior to the film a number of teenagers came in and sat behind us. The woman next to me mentioned the youths had already caused havoc outside and she turned and asked them politely to behave which was ignored. As the film started I turned and warned them that if they caused a nuisance I would get the management to eject them. Two minutes in and the woman next to me got up to get the management whereupon the whole row behind got up and distributed themselves around the auditorium. When two employees came in we pointed out the troublemakers and they were duly sent packing – old geezers 1, youths zero. At this point we were ready to see Tom Cruise kick some arse and that is exactly what he did for two hours.

One doesn’t go to a Mission Impossible film expecting Shakespearean dialogue and it met that expectation however it was action packed. Edge of the seat, cliff hanging by fingernails, ducking to avoid flying debris from yet another exploding car or helicopter and  rubber masks being pulled off to reveal a different character. Somewhere in the whole film there was a plot of sorts but none of it mattered. It was excellent; we enjoyed every second.