The Ghost Protocol
It had been over a decade since I went to a movie in a theater and when my daughter wanted to break this jinx, families of Suresh, Shankar and Raja were first to pounce on this chance to convert another staunch home theater coucher to the mo vie hall. Ghost Protocol (honestly, I think this undercover operation by the daughter and my close friends, deserves this name better) was the chosen conversion pad and we landed up at the theater last night, all families, occupying a complete line on the hall. On to the movie, the star of the show Tom Cruise, the ever young IMF agent Ethan Hunt in pushed to the brink, a kind of a make or break situation, following the CIA’s disavowal, for a spectacular bomb strike on the Kremlin, gone sour. His options, if he chooses to accept it, is to track down the real trouble maker, a Scandinavian diplomat turned demented terrorist (Michael Nyqvist) who has the secret code for a nuclear missile launch, or simply be labeled and guillotined a terrorist plot