An elite team of government agents is assigned to infiltrate a fortress commandeered by a charismatic maniac. Then comes a fatal ambush of the good guys, and all that remains of our super team is star quality. Can't you see the lighting of the fuse, hear the hopscotch rhythms of a Lalo Schifrin theme? All right, the threat--like most threats in recent spy movies--is domestic, not international. But The Rock, this week's entry in the summer-movie testostero-thon, still looks like an instant sequel to Mission: Impossible.
Look again. The Rock, directed by Michael Bay (Bad Boys) and written by David Weisberg,...
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