I can’t stop cackling like an insane person after that ending. That was some weird goofy ass shit and it ruled! How was Nolan not arrested while making this movie?! Warner Brothers should’ve kneecapped him the moment they read the script! Instead they gave him $200 million dollars to make the most confusing movie ever made about temporal physics (is that a real term?) where the lead character’s name is The Protagonist. What is this fucking movie?!
Ripped from a 10-page essay I did for school: medium.com/@claywilliams_26656/the-crisis-of-the-thing-59dfe45331f1
I love how this movie come to the conclusion that the only thing that can out-destiny Ethan Hunt is God.
If you think my new goal isn’t to completely copy Shea Whigham’s haircut in this movie, you are SORELY mistaken.
Also, Pom Klementieff, I love you.