Top Gun: Maverick

If there was one reason to go watch a movie in IMAX, Top Gun: Maverick was it. This was one film that deserved to be watched on a big screen, and the high octane, adrenaline-pumping, nail-biting flight sequences/dog fights fully utilised the magnificence of an IMAX screen and the superior surround system offered by an IMAX theatre. Sonic booms and missile launches never sounded more visceral. And above it all, it was simply a highly enjoyable film. 131 minutes just went by. There was humour, drama, pathos, love, romance and nostalgia. Lots of nostalgia. For those thinking of money, it really made the IMAX admission price worth it (the last film to truly did that was Avatar).

Director Joseph Konsinski had assembled an amazing creative team. The excellent music were credited to Harold Faltermeyer, Lady Gaga, Hans Zimmer and Lorne Balfe; the brilliant cinematography (those in-plane shots! WOW!) by Claudio Miranda (who won an Oscar for Life of Pi); the superb editing was by Eddie Hamilton (those mid-air scenes were edge-of-your-seats exciting). And most importantly was the cast led by the infinitely charismatic, he of the mega-watt smile who we sometimes forget can really act, Tom Cruise. 

The story line was basic. It was simple and rote, with a nefarious, ill-defined villain, for us to root against. But it served it purpose. It brought Cruise's Maverick back to Top Gun. It outlined the main conflicts and internal turmoils of our principles, and the rest was up to Cruise et al to deliver the predicted outcomes without being boring (with some help from Lady Gaga, David Bowie, Kenny Loggins and Jerry Lee Lewis).

In particular, Gaga's refrains from her inevitable Oscar/Grammy-nominated single, Hold My Hand, were expertly and effectively weaved in and out of the film until her soul-belting moment. 

The cast had great chemistry together with the new pilots being especially well-gelled. 

Miles Teller had a lot of Anthony Edwards' Goose's mannerisms down and he was a surprisingly good second lead. His arc, like most on the show, was simple and predictable, but Teller managed to make his character both empathetic and likeable. 

The standout of the cast was Glen Powell who inherited the Val Kilmer's Iceman role as the handsome, cocky showoff. However, Powell's infectious grin and non-malicious. male-aggro competitiveness will endear him to the audience (both genders alike). 

And speaking of Kilmer, this was a very respectful way to bring him into the film. Respecting both the character and the actor. That scene between just Kilmer and Cruise was powerful in its simplicity and rawness.

Nonetheless, Top Gun: Maverick as the title clearly stated was all about Cruise. Boy, did he deliver. Everything you liked about Tom Cruise was here. We have the action hero, the daredevil stuntman, the emotionally attuned modern man, the loyal brother-in-arms, the cheeky, rule-breaking bad boy with the heart of gold, and of course we definitely did have, Tom Cruise the movie star. There are only a handful of actors like him now, someone who can open a film and hold your attention just by being on screen. He just needs to finally win an Oscar.  

However, to be honest, this film was not without its fault. For all the simple, unequivocal enjoyment that it brought to a movie-going experience, it was also laden with issues. Top Gun: Maverick was also unabashedly a pro-war, military propaganda. It was also misogynistic in its absence of fully realised female characters (maybe then don't have any at all?). If not for Jennifer Connelly, Cruise's love interest would have just been another pretty face. But thankfully Connelly managed to make her somewhat interesting instead of just the  beautiful china vase the screenwriters wrote her out to be. Monica Barbaro was the featured female fighter pilot, but other than allowing the men around her to utter lines that speak of supposed woke-ness and feminism, her character could essentially have been male. There was supposedly another female fighter pilot in the mix, of Asian descent (why are they all POC?), but other than a brief glimpse of her once in a group, there was nary another mention nor appearance. This film basically failed the Bechdel test.

Regardless, and especially because of COVID, Top Gun: Maverick was truly the first film in a long while to prove that cinema is not dead. No, it wasn't Denis Villeneuve and Dune, nor definitely not Christopher Nolan and Tenet that heralded back the box office. It was Cruise (sorry Konsinski).