or three years, the wife and I have been waiting. Last month it finally happened. The surgery happens in a few weeks, and we’re not taking any chances with the China Flu gumming things up. We’re quarantined. Going nowhere, seeing no one, groceries delivered—the whole enchilada—toughest of all, no movies. So I haven’t seen Top Gun: Maverick. But based on what I’ve read and been told, it’s…
…a masculine, pro-American, stridently non-woke blockbuster that has just blasted off to a $146 million opening weekend, which is well above predictions.
Based on review after review, Top Gun 2 did the wisest thing possible. Rather than apologize for being an 80’s “relic,” it embraced what everyone loved in 1986 and still loves today.
The ageless star [Cruise] is in full control of his film destiny, and he clearly helped “Maverick” avoid most, if not all, of the culture war booby traps.
No hand wringing over military might or extended emasculation of its rugged hero, for starters. No lectures on America’s imperfect past or gender inequality.
And, suffice to say, “Top Gun: Maverick” isn’t woke in the slightest. It is, though, a testament to American excellence and the ability to achieve a goal no matter the odds.