Why ruin a good disaster flick with the retrograde trope of a divorce, whose wife left him to his preoccupations, being proven right -- only for him to be proven right, forgiven by ex wife, only for her to be killed so he may be unencumbered for the remainder of his heroic quest. And capping it all off with an incredibly abrupt ending, after what feels like what should have been a mid-movie set piece.

The premise of this movie is the capital-e End Times, where no less an antagonist than friggin' god decides to erase humanity from the face of the earth, and your movie is just a bunch of yahoos in a diner fighting a couple of weirdos on their way home from auditioning for the Red Hot Chili Peppers? If God were to smite armageddon upon Hollywood, it would be for its appalling lack of imagination.

(Doug Jones as the ice cream man from our collective nightmares was pretty memorable, tho)

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]