In TOP GUN: MAVERICK, Tom Cruise returns to the iconic 80s fighter pilot movie with a sequel that is actually goddamn superb.
It’s 30 years after TOP GUN, and Maverick is stuck at the rank of captain due to him living up to his call sign and pissing off admirals. After getting booted as a test pilot, he’s given one last chance to serve the Navy, which is train a group of Top Gun pilots, the best of the best, to fly a mission into an enemy state that is preparing to enrich uranium for a nuclear weapon. One of the candidates is Rooster, son of Goose, who was Maverick’s back-seater in the 80s and died in a crash, a tragic mishap that still haunts Maverick.
The problem: The admiral assigned to the project doesn’t like Maverick’s way of doing things, the pilots butt heads, Rooster hates him, and the mission seems impossible, containing a set of obstacles requiring miracles.
I went into this expecting to eat more cheese than is advisable for human daily intake, and there is certainly a full platter, but I was totally surprised. Some movies are comfort food, and this movie isn’t cheese but pure chicken soup. Cruise gives a nuanced performance to Maverick, who usually pulls off what he sets out to do as he’s the best of the best, but the admirals aren’t just yelling about doing things by the book but always have a solid point. The action sequences are pure adrenaline fuel.
So I expected to do some snorting at this one only to actually love it. It’s a classic story done extremely well from the characters and dialogue to the pacing and action.
I didn’t want to postscript this with a plug, but the plot has a lot in common with my novel THE AVIATOR: WARFIGHTER, the sequel to THE AVIATOR. If you enjoy the movie, I hope you’ll check out this two-book series, it’s a lot of fun in the same vein as MAVERICK.