The “Mission: Impossible” films make us believe that our heroes, as human as they are, will always save the day. They can’t let us down. It would destroy every conviction we hold. The belief in our invisible savior, working tirelessly to defend our planet, is so sincere that it defies reason. It is a faith in a higher power.

The clock was ticking on Thursday, May 22, as Tom Cruise stopped in Deep Ellum for a sampler plate of beef ribs, brisket, sausage and turkey at Pecan Lodge before sliding into a shiny black vehicle and heading to an early evening screening of Mission: Impossible — The Final Reckoning at the Webb Chapel Cinemark,

Impossible character Ethan Hunt gamely takes on the burden, ad nauseam, of saving the world, Cruise genuinely thinks he can save cinema. His optimism is touching, if unrealistic. But as hard as he, and we,