On Tuesday, my mom, my dad and I ventured to our local movie theatre to see the newest Top Gun movie; Top Gun: Maverick. We have been trying to get to theatres to see it for a bit now, and while our early attempts were kiboshed by wedding and farm shit, we finally were able to commit and go and see it.
I realize I might receive a lot of harassment for what I’m about to say, but please don’t be too cruel. I actually haven’t seen the original Top Gun movie; I know, I’m just a piece of shit. My parents, naturally, have seen the original, so I asked them if it would be an issue seeing the newest film without seeing the former, but they said I should be able to follow along relatively easily.
Thankfully, they were absolutely correct in their predictions.
Top Gun: Maverick stars Tom Cruise as Pete Maverick, Val Kilmer as Ice, Jennifer Connelly as Penny, and Miles Teller as Bradley Bradshaw, otherwise known as Rooster. I did do a bit of reading about the original film prior to seeing the most recent installment so I wouldn’t be completely lost, and I also brushed up on the main characters from the original film.
While I don’t really have anything to compare it to, Top Gun: Maverick is a great fucking movie. It’s funny, emotional, action-packed, and absolutely family appropriate. There aren’t any sex scenes, and from what I can remember I believe there is only one F shot uttered throughout the entirety of the film.
This movie certainly has references to the former, and the character arcs of Maverick and Rooster are truly marvellous. This movie is a must-see, regardless if you’ve seen the first film or not, and don’t be surprised if you find yourself gripping the armrests in the theatre throughout the flying scenes. Holy shit, it’s wild.