The IMF agents they don't make movies about
So many people are choosing to accept the mission. You have no idea.
I'm a big Mission: Impossible junkie. M:I2 is the only one of the eight movies that I didn't see in the theater, and most of those were screenings on opening weekend.
The latest (and Tom Cruise's final) installment was released on Friday, and my review of that will be coming this week, but I wanted to take the time today – on Memorial Day – to pay tribute to all of those hundreds (if not thousands) of Impossible Mission Force who aren't Ethan Hunt and his three to six closest friends.
Because these movies have, if nothing else, proven that there are so many of these agents, all over the world, who aren't the one guy who is relentlessly getting disavowed and/or getting hundred-megaton nuclear weapons waved at them by weirdos with raspy voices and patchy facial hair.
The core premise of the Brian De Palma-helmed first Mission: Impossible hangs a lampshade on it, but Mission: Impossible III, Rogue Nation, and the Sawyer-from Lost cold open of Ghost Protocol make crystal clear: the IMF is a massive infrastructure comprised of legions of administrators, analysts, armorers, number-crunchers and designated employee lie detector technicians, yet the very top people in the United States government seem to never be aware that there is a network of huge building complexes and DoorDash addresses and first class flight cassette tape recommenders and midnight book couriers and London all-night record stores up until the moment that Ethan Hunt gets the Kremlin blown up.
