Susan says that the admonition, “Don’t think, just do,” in Top Gun: Maverick is like Obi Wan’s admonition to Luke in Star Wars Episode IV. She’s right, I think.
We watched Top Gun: Maverick on Vudu this evening. It was a $20 spend, and it was much cheaper than a trip to our favorite theater. There were no strangers sitting close to us – clearing their throats, coughing, sneezing, and disseminating their virions upon us. We had had our supper and a glass of wine or two – no extra charge.
The story was typical testosterone-laden machine fare – F14 Tomcats, F18 Hornets, fifth-gen flight adversaries, and “dark star” hypersonic craft. If you feel the need for speed, this flick will scratch that itch for you.
Maverick is still a Captain in the Navy aviation program. I’m surprised that he hasn’t gotten busted. Iceman is a respected admiral, but he’s nearing the end of his career – nothing and no one lasts forever.
In this story, Maverick is sent back Top Gun to train a group of Top Gun graduates to undertake a mission that has low probability of survival – I hate it when that happens. Among his trainees is Rooster – Goose’s son. There’s a lot of testosterone in this flick, and some of it emanates from the female characters – I like strong females.
My impression? I give it a 4/5 erections, for what that’s worth. I think the F14 and F18 airframes are very sexy, but as Mark Kelly, an A6 Intruder attack Pilot, has said to his brother Scott, a naval fighter pilot, “Fighter Pilots make Movies; attack pilots make History.”
It was worth the $20.