At first, I wondered if the radical cognitive behavioral therapy the 1980s bigot receives in The Twilight Zone Movie would have any effect on today's Trumpists. But then I realized that the movie does not position his experience as a treatment or deprogramming. He does not reflect or reform; it is purely a punishment.

Joins the likes of Blindness, Perfect Sense, and Bird Box in a horror subgenre one might call the Magical Realist Pandemic Movie. The fictional afflicted develop what once seemed to be fantastical symptoms, but we now know firsthand are all too real: such as loss of sense, and madness.

To this movie's credit, it does not attempt a global, societal view of the repercussions of its virus. Another way that it accidentally hews close to our contemporary existence is that it sticks pretty closely to a small bubble of acquaintances, as they surrender to impending death.

VOICE:
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to say something about Mission: Impossible Fallout that hasn't already been said on Letterboxd.

ME:
Uh, it was good? I liked it.

VOICE:
Disavowed. [puff of smoke]