MI-3- review

Mission Impossible 3
Starting unmistakably with Limp Bizkit's 'Take a look around' (official soundtrack for the movie), it has all ingredients of it's predecessors: bombs, stunts guns and babes, save a good storyline.
The movie starts off jarringly, blowing buildings and vehicles to smitherness, a trend that would be the mainstay of the movie.
Eathen Hunt (cruise) faces another bunch of impossible missions, trying to tackle his biggest enemy yet, Owen Devian; an arms dealer (apparently) with unimaginable reach in the corridors of power and religion. He kills people with malicious joy.
With the death of a fellow agent, the matter becomes personal, and cruise is moving mountains, acting at his whim, to catch this guy. Only to be faced by treachery right at his roots.
There are guns, and grenades and bombs. Bullets always missing the heroes and fatal to the villians. Invisible communication devices, unimaginably small gadgets achieving fantastic acts, face masks and voice impersonators, they're all there.
The movie makes your palms sweaty, takes you to uncomfortable silences and deafening roars, there are touches of emotion, a smile here, a tear there.
But the movie falls short of expectations. It's more of Q's opera( Bond's gadget man) than bravado of the agents. The centrestone of the story is shrouded into a mist that never lifts, so the cause of the whole conflagration is veiled.
See it just becasue you know you want to, you'll return with the feeling of seeing a movie, whose memories fade as sandcastles in the rising tide.