It dawned upon me: Tom Cruise is in love with himself. He produces this Jason Bourne/Sherlock Holmes combo, going to extreme lengths to project himself as the McQueen, the Newman, the Redford of our time, not understanding that these legends were "The Man", just because of their mere physical presence; not as the result of weird camera angles or extra-long pauses or all-knowing gestures. Hell, he can't even project a Bruce Willis. Just watch him lose ground talking to Robert Duvall. Although further undermined by some idiotic story moments, Jack Reacher may have had a chance with another actor.
PS: Master documentarian Werner Herzog may become a great villain ... in another movie.
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