July was a hot month. Unsurprising what with it being the dead of summer and all, yet the uncomfortable sustained temperature spike wasn’t enough to coax me into abusing functional air conditioning. It was ostensibly a month chock full of sequels to varying degrees of quality, the first of which was for all intents and purposes a pandering unnecessary gut punch. My Mission: Impossible retrospective concluded a day behind schedule but still prompted me to conjure up a lengthier-than-average piece about the present state of the modern action film a la the ’96 original and its sequels. An all in all lackluster month, but the recent announcement of this year’s TIFF lineup has increased my excitement for the looming latter-year festival circuit tenfold.