I feel so torn on this one. The first half is genuinely terrible—completely antithetical to what makes Mission: Impossible so special—while the second half is some of the most thrilling, jaw-dropping, how-the-he’ll-did-Tom-Cruise-not-die cinema spectacle I’ve ever seen. The Final Reckoning perfectly illustrates the futility of asg numerical ratings to art. How do you quantify a movie that made you miserable for an hour and a half, only to have you leaning forward in your seat, white-knuckling the armrests, more exhilarated…

The “Tomorrowverse” (again, DUMB name) continues to be the most confounding experiment in DC’s long line of direct-to-video animated movies. Eight movies in (or nine, who’s counting), we are still establishing retroactive cannon for this universe, filling in the gaps and explaining things like why Aquaman was a Nazi when he showed up in Justice Society: World War II. It all feels like pedantic navel-gazing. You can feel the smug satisfaction of the architects for this most recent crop of…