There’s a scene early on in Top Gun: Maverick, like many a direct mirror to one in the original movie, in which an admiral played by Ed Harris chastises Tom Cruise’s Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell after a dangerous test flight and emphasizes that Maverick is a relic; that it won’t be long before the U.S. Military no longer needs pilots, soon to be replaced he predicts, by drones or computerized systems. “Your kind is headed for extinction” he says. “Maybe so, sir,” Maverick acknowledges. “But not today.”
It seems to be a sly meta-comment on Cruise’s place within a Hollywood devoid of the star system in which he first arose in the 1980s, or this movies’ place in a blockbuster environment that is far more homogenized than in the days when Top Gun could be one of the biggest hits of the decade. In any case it is an affirmation that the “relic”, whether a person or product, and though on its’ way out the door, still has some lustre left. That’s kind of the point of the whole movie, and it’s the better for it.
Better certainly than the original Top Gun, a fun bit of 80s cheese, but short on character and compelling drama for all of its’ unfiltered bravado and machismo. It’s lived on for its’ excellent flight scenes, stellar direction from the late Tony Scott, a few highly quotable lines, and its’ music (the movie that birthed both “Take My Breath Away” and “Danger Zone” -the latter of which does appear in this ‘Legacyquel’ as well). Top Gun: Maverick definitely seems to recognize this mixed reputation and is smart enough to have fun with it -the cheesiness this time around is palpably intentional, and is paired with a more focused sense of drama as pertaining to its’ characters and their relationships.
This is especially necessary because Maverick is one of the most insufferable characters from Cruise’s 80s superstar days: an entitled hotshot with boundary issues and a smugness that overpowers any shallow attempts at poignancy. And one of the first things director Joseph Kosinski does in this movie is emphasize the antiquated nature of that attitude, as well as showcase a bit of a death wish in Maverick as he pushes an experimental flight past its’ capacity, resulting in a destroyed piece of military equipment. From there though the movie takes a solid interest in Maverick as a character, where he is now and how he feels about his world. The script makes clear multiple times how he has avoided promotion so that he can continue flying planes -he doesn’t want to leave that vocation. He’s still plenty cocky -when briefed about a new mission, he initially assumes he’s being asked to fly it, and he still finds subtle ways to be insubordinate. But there’s a sadness about it now, this man who is still living in the past, and one who’s got a lot of regrets -namely a romance that didn’t pan out with Top Gun bartender Penny (Jennifer Connelly), and the death of his best friend Goose, as depicted in the first film -now haunting him again in the form of Goose’s resentful son (Miles Teller), a pilot in training himself with the call sign “Rooster”.
That is a really silly detail, as is the fact that Teller is dressed and styled specifically to resemble a twenty-something Anthony Edwards (he even plays “Great Balls of Fire” on the piano to drive the comparison home), but it doesn’t take long for that to be left behind in the sincerity of the piece, and of the genuinely compelling nature to his relationship with Maverick, who had blocked his application to the Academy out of a fear of him succumbing to his fathers’ fate. We see Maverick forced to grapple with the immense grief that has soured his relationship with this kid who might have been a surrogate son. Add to that his anxieties about aging and lost opportunities that betray cogent meta themes on Cruise himself, and a mature attitude towards the safety of those under his tutelage, all played with a real sense of gravitas -this might be one of Cruise’s best performances of his late career. He channels some of that Jerry Maguire charm in his scenes with Penny to the point they have an authentic weight and he conveys strongly that reluctance to let go of his still present sorrow.
The cast around Cruise are pretty exceptional themselves. In particular, Connelly is wonderful -the most believable love interest Cruise has had in well over a decade. She has an immensely likeable earnestness and sense of fun, but is also a responsible and grounded (no pun intended) single mother, which rubs off on Maverick in a very necessary way. He has a lot of admiration for her that translates. Teller does well as the angry, anxious young gun desperate to prove himself, though Glen Powell makes a bigger impression as the charismatic bully Hangman. The other notable pilots are played by Monica Barbaro, Lewis Pullman, Jay Ellis, and Danny Ramirez, all of whom make the best of their limited parts. Barbaro and Pullman are especially interesting given the way they diversify the image of the Navy fighter pilot –there are conscious efforts to get away from the toxic masculinity of the original film (although it comes also with a reduction of that films’ much celebrated homoeroticism).
And yes, these sort of things do have a propagandic purpose –this film is as much as its’ predecessor an advertisement for the U.S. Navy in ways both subtle and overt. Everyone deliberately avoids naming the nation that is the “enemy” they must launch an assault on by the end of the movie (geography would indicate either Russia or North Korea), and the institution that all of these characters belong to is never criticized. However, the film doesn’t seem constrained by this context, its’ aims don’t conflict, and as a recruitment tool it seems just as likely to turn folks off to the intense dangers of being a fighter pilot. The flight sequences don’t skimp on the harrowing enterprise, yet they are still terrifically fun and thrilling. This is in large part due to the way the action scenes are shot with exceptional dedication to authenticity and detailed immersion both inside and out of the aircraft. Most of it is achieved practically, adding to the excitement. Where it gets less real is in the third act, when on the mission itself, but the tension is built well enough that no believability is strained.
At least barring one excursion on the ground that feels more like a scene out of a Mission Impossible movie (Christopher McQuarrie co-wrote the film) than one that organically fits in here. It is one of several choices seemingly made to assert Cruise’s dominance of ego in this movie –and while these are obvious, they’re not a hindrance. Because they are so well crafted, so exhilarating; and because Top Gun: Maverick threads the needle just right. It brings back all the elements that were cool about the original Top Gun (down to a barely altered opening title sequence), while discarding everything that weakened it in favour of honing in on resonant character drama and themes. There’s a scene where Maverick reunites with Iceman, played by a returning Val Kilmer (his throat cancer worked into the narrative) and it is genuinely moving. I never cared about either of these characters in the earlier film, but that is the strange power of this one. It’s not quite as great as all the hype I feel, but it is nonetheless one of the best legacy sequels we’ve yet seen. It’s fun and invigorating, cheesy and sentimental –just a good old time at the movies. And it’ll take your breath away.
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