As robust and practical an action movie as there ever was. Fallout takes a second to ease into once you realise that, oh wait, you need to actually remember what happened in the last instalment this time around, but it soon makes you comfortable with its non-stop assault of gorgeous set-pieces anchored by Cruise’s ever-reliable charisma and dedication. This movie is like a swiss watch. You can practically hear every shot clicking into place with each cut, like a tiny bit of the machine slotting into place to keep the cogs spinning. Even with something as rudimentary as establishing shots, McQuarrie goes that extra mile to make them sing. All the wide open vistas here look like stunning IMAX postcards, huge snapshots of tranquility and architecture about to be lit up by that Mission: Impossible fuse.

These movies have assembled such a terrific supporting cast by this point that you practically yelp with excitement once a familiar face pops up (Alec Baldwin! Rebecca Ferguson! Simon Pegg! Ving Rhames! Sean Harris! Michelle Monaghan!) and the new additions here, Vanessa Kirby, Angela Bassett, are no different. Special shout-out to Henry Cavill though for absolutely tearing up his supporting role with one of the most memorable popcorn performances I’ve seen all year. His clobbering boots, square frame and thick moustache cuts one hell of an iconic blockbuster silhouette. I’m in the bag for any extended Point Blank reference though so I was all in from his first frame. Love it.

One of the most exciting and exhilarating moviegoing experiences I had in 2018 which, thankfully, still kicks ass on home rewatches. I want Tom Cruise to keep making these until the day he dies, which clearly will never come.

Watched on blu-ray.