Seriously.

I saw Mission Impossible III today, and I have to say, it was effective. For two hours, I totally forgot that Tom Cruise was crazy and that I dislike him more every day. The movie was fun, he was pretty, and they blew shit up. I love when they blow shit up. Though I was a little sad when they blew up that beautiful car. That was wrong. The movie was fairly self-aware and made fun of itself several times -- my favorite had to be when Tom Cruise's wife (played by that girl from Young Americans!) said, "Seriously?" when he told her what IMF stands for. My next favorite part? When Melanie asked if she needed to see the first two to understand the third. Understanding is elusive, I said. Just enjoy the explosions.