The thing about Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol is that each stunt or plot turn gets a little more outrageous, requiring a bigger leap in your suspension of disbelief in order to stay with it.
At each turn, you have the option of opting out, or saying, “Sure, whatever, what the heck … why not?”
So, early in the movie, when you accept that a shirtless Tom Cruise uses his belt to zip down the telephone wire onto the top of the speeding truck, roll off the side, and crash onto the pavement without so much as a bloody elbow — or without further damaging his mild concussion — it makes it easier to accept the fact that, at the end of the movie, he is able to drive a high-end sedan off the edge of a rotating parking garage in Dubai, crash onto the concrete floor below, crawl out of the broken window and still have time to stop a nuclear missile from exploding in San Francisco (oops, spoiler alert!).
Not only do we accept it … we enjoy it.
And that’s the magic of movies.
But that could be a little off topic …