Zev Guttman (Christopher Plummer) only barely survived World War 2 in Auschwitz. The rest of his family did not. Now living in the USA, he is old and dementia is slowly grabbing ahold of him. After his wife dies, he finds that the time is finally right to go on a mission and bring down one of the SS officers in Auschwitz who is still at large. Together with his friend Max Rosenbaum (Martin Landau), Zev has narrowed it down to five people the guard could have assumed the identity of. So Zev flees from the senior residence with a bit of money, a detailed letter that explains everything and a gun, hoping to achieve his goal before his dementia will take him over entirely.
Remember takes you on a slow, painful journey and ends with a kick in the gutts. And in this case, all of those things are really good, although afterwards you’ll probably want a stiff drink.
Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) is part of a team of spies led by Jim Phelps (Jon Voight). Their newest mission is supposed to prevent the sale of classified material. But things go very wrong and Ethan’s entire team is killed. All but Jim’s wife Claire (Emmanuelle Béart) that is. When Ethan’s loyalty is called into question and he is suspected of killing them off himself, he knows that he has to uncover and solve this mystery. Together with Claire, they ask Franz (Jean Reno) and Luther (Ving Rhames) for help, both disavowed agents and they take on the case.
Mission: Impossible follows the spy formula to the letter and while the plot doesn’t offer much that’s new, the execution is beautiful, although not exactly flawless.
The Griffiths are a very devout Presbyterian family. So when their son Bobby (Ryan Kelley) comes out, this leads to a serious rift in the family. Spearheaded by his mother Mary (Sigourney Weaver) there are several attempts to “heal” Bobby, which ultimately leads to total estrangement and finally Bobby’s suicide. This in turn leads Mary to question her own belief.
Prayers for Bobby is pretty much the definition of “tearjerker”. Holy motherfucking crap, how I cried. Thankfully, it’s a tearjerker in the best sense: in the end you arrive snifflingly at a happy place. And it has the heart certainly in the right place.