Mission:Predictable.

A few weeks ago, for the first time in ages, C & I decided to head out and watch a movie in an actual theater. A rock 'em, sock 'em sensorium like Mission Impossible 3 seemed like an appropriate choice: a ride like that loses a lot in the translation to DVD, so we signed up for the full-on, twelve-dollar experience -- the price of thrill.

All in all, it was exactly what it promised to be: a loosely-organized collection of chattering guns, beeping doohickeys, split-second acrobatics and exploding stuff. Go for the fluff, stay for the mindlessness.