Tom Cruise is undeniably nuts. Hey, I’m all for leaving celebrities to their own devices and giving them privacy and trying to refrain from judgment because, you know, we don’t actually know them. But Tom Cruise, man. That guy is a nut.

But he’s not dangerous and he’s not a Kanye-level megalomaniac. And he certainly isn’t legitimately worrying me with his nuttiness (Amanda Bynes, please let someone help you). In fact, if you Google “Tom Cruise good deeds,” you’ll see that he’s saved a bunch of lives and paid some stranger’s hospital bill and so on and so forth. He’s a good nut.

So Cruise continues to draw a hell of a lot of ire from the public, but I don’t really get it anymore. I understood a few years ago, when he was couch jumping and Scientology-ing all over the place. But now he’s just a quality action star who occasionally saves small children from stampeding crowds. I guess what I’m trying to say is…

I am a Tom Cruise fan.

Wow. I can’t believe it. I mean, I’ve seen and enjoyed plenty of his movies before without coming to this conclusion. “Top Gun” is a whole lot of cheesy fun, and “Mission Impossible” is no scrub either. But none of those movies turned me into a Cruisey, a term I literally just coined and promise never to use again. So what’s so special about “Oblivion?”

I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t. I can’t even insist that you see this. It’s no “Electrick Children,” which is a movie that I will literally never stop plugging. Actually yeah, I’m interrupting this column to tell you to drop whatever you’re doing and watch “Electrick Children.” I mean it — why are you still reading this? STOP.

Anyway, “Oblivion” is not a game changer. It was a decent movie, but not much more. Actually, it was kind of a rip-off of “Planet of the Apes” now that I think about it, and it definitely got a little ridiculous after a while.

But I still really, really liked it. The performances were strong, the soundtrack by M83 was one of the best I’ve heard in a while and the set design was absolutely mind-blowing. Seriously, the architecture was so sick. I despise using “sick” as a descriptor like that, but I did it anyway to get the point across.

Oh crap — I should talk about the plot, shouldn’t I? Okay so “Oblivion” follows Jack (a rather attractive Tom Cruise) who lives in an awesome new-age space station thing over a desolate, war-torn Earth. Jack and his partner Victoria (Andrea Riseborough) are tasked with overseeing the last few weeks of resource collection before all of humanity is moved to a distant planet, seeing as the moon was destroyed in the nuclear war the humans fought against an alien race called the Scavengers — and Earth is practically unlivable because of it.

But that Jack is a peculiar fellow, as you might have guessed he would be. He keeps having dreams about his life before the mandatory memory wipe and he yearns for pre-war Earth. Victoria, on the other hand, wants to get the hell out of there. I get it, girl. Earth is totally gross now.

And Jack’s reservations only intensify when an old space shuttle brought down by a Scavenger beacon is found to have human survivors on board, including one very special lady (Olga Kurylenko) who has been showing up in Jack’s dreams. Something is definitely amiss, and when the twist is revealed it’s somehow both predictable and incredibly satisfying.

Granted, there are numerous plot holes that need to be overlooked, but I had an easy enough time with that. I was distracted by the incredible visuals and my very confusing feelings toward Tom Cruise.

“Oblivion” is not going to win any awards, but I think it’s my favorite new release of 2013. And Morgan Freeman shows up at some point, which is always a plus. So I’m giving it 3.5 destroyed moons out of 5. It was basically the first time I didn’t leave the theater somewhat angry about what had just transpired. What a nice break from The Viewing Room tradition.