Top Gun: Maverick
Much like the release of Top Gun: Maverick, my review is coming in later than anticipated, due to a variety of reasons, but it’s nice to see that everyone seems to be enjoying Maverick as much as I did.
But let’s face facts, it’s not a perfect film, much like it’s predecessor. But I’m not going to rant on about what will be obvious to most viewers, because, heck, I really enjoyed myself.
Top Gun: Maverick is not so much a film as it is a time machine. It transported me back to 1986 and a much younger me that was so obsessed about Top Gun that I even got Iceman’s frosted haircut. Thinking about it now, this is probably why I have no hair now, it’s some sort of cosmic punishment for crimes against hair in the 80’s. More than just a time machine, Maverick manages to pull of a stunt that not many films manage. It was exactly what it promised it would be. There wasn’t one moment of disappointment. It. Just. Ticked. The. Boxes. All of them. It was the glorious return of the 80’s Blockbuster Popcorn film. A film with a plot that was so flimsy if you sneezed it would fall over, but one that managed to get those stupid boyhood emotions ramped up somehow.
From memory it seemed pretty much a carbon copy of the original for the most part, and Tom’s smile might just be more infectious than Covid, but the real screen stealer was Jennifer Connelly – can we cast her in more films please? Tom’s smile just faded into obscurity when Jennifer was on screen.
But anyway, if you like feel good America centric propaganda wrapped up in sugary sweet popcorn, or where the future of cinema is headed based on open weekend records, then Maverick is for you.
Rating: M Suitable for mature audiences 16 years and over. Violence & offensive language.
GEEKERY rating: 4/5