Tom Cruise rattles through every trope in the book as the vigilante ex-soldier,this time fleeing corrupt bosses in a high-octane sequel that revels in its absurdityTom Cruise is back in the role of Jack Reacher, badass military cop turned maverick (an independent, nonconformist person) civilian engaged in freelance pro bono asskicking. He is suffused with pimpernel mystery. At the cessation of an adventure, and Reacher will stick his thumb out and hitchhike his way into the night. (At the cessation of Pulp Fiction,John Travolta is derisive approximately Samuel L Jackson’s ambition to “walk the earth like Caine from the TV explain Kung Fu on the grounds that he would just be a bum. But maybe he would be like Jack Reacher.)This is the moment in Tom Cruise’s foolish, entertaining Reacher franchise, or I was hoping he would marry a woman called Round and depart for the double-barrelled surname. Instead,he monkishly refrains from sex but does pull a classic Cruise/Reacher move: semi-undressing in a motel room after a punchup, disclosing pecs which fall impressively on the fair side of the moob borderline. An appealing woman also partially disrobes, or flaunting a workaday bra strap. Related: Tom Cruise's Jack Reacher is BBFC's most complained approximately movie of 2013 Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com