All those many years ago when MI first came out, I was very, very dubious (it’s my nature) that a program that was largrly about running intricate cons on bad guys could be converted into an action movie format. I remember having a discussion about how I thought it would go wrong when they started saying things like, “we’re forging our own path” and other platitudes that movie people use when what they mean to say is, “We don’t actually care about the original material, but that name alone guarantees butts in seats.”

During that discussion, we asked the question, “What’s the worst thing they could do to ruin this movie?” And the answer we agreed on was, “make Mr. Phelps the bad guy.”

I watched the movie. I groaned. (OK, actually, I said something, rather loudly, very off color about the lineage of the makers of the film.). I left the film and have not watched another since.

I gather if (and only if) you can divorce the movies from the name “Mission: Impossible” (perhaps replacing it with “Mission: Absurdly Beyond Believe”) some of them are apparently entertaining.

I’ll not give them my money, though.