Frankly, I’ve always had the necessary brains to view the movies as entertainment, easily divided into a movie meant to only entertain and a movie meant to instruct and raise (or sometimes lower) public morals. "Knight and Day" falls into the first category.
I never blamed Tom Cruise for jumping up and down on Oprah Winfrey’s couch because, as being a member of the Church of Scientology, he must be forgiven that a certain part of his brain has been opted into the “I can believe anything” column. Those wishing to think that Scientology is a legitimate religion, apparently never read about the initial meeting between L. Ron Hubbard and John W. Campbell, the editor of Astounding Science Fiction, who in 1938 answered Hubbard’s question about how to make a lot of money with: “Start a new religion.”
After all, any movie with a line like: “I’ve been taught to dismantle a bomb with nothing but a safety pin and a Junior Mint,” can’t be all bad. And "Knight and Day" is not, although the thumbnail plotline of Roy Miller (Cruise), an agent who is suspected of going rouge, involves June (Diaz), a seemingly ordinary woman, in his plot to rescue a young scientist who’s made an amazing breakthrough in the search for unlimited energy.
Cruise is still an on-screen natural and exudes appeal even though he’s teetering on the coming edge of being 50. And for the life of me, I just cannot understand why women of all ages are not standing in line for admission because the character played by Diaz, is at the forefront of women’s right and knows more about rebuilding great cars and restoring mufflers and shocks than most garage mechanics at work today, not to mention her ability to swim through a sea of shark-infested plot lines and come out in great shape.
In a summer that has brought forth "Jonah Hex," "The A-Team," "Shrek Forever After," "The Last Airbender," and "Twilight Saga: Eclipse," how can any critic throw tomatoes at Knight and Day?