Maverick has a problem: Too. Much. Awesome.
Maverick isn’t just a pilot. He’s the best pilot there ever was or ever will be. He’s not the best of the best: He’s the best of the best…of the best. But his superiors can’t handle Maverick. He flies the way he wants to fly — awesomely. His superiors try to teach him the value of teamwork or whatever. The super-hot lady instructor with the boy’s name tries to heal him using totally sweet neon-lighted lovemaking, and also by getting him to deal with his emotionally distant father. Maverick is dangerous. He plays beach volleyball; he plays by his own rules. Maverick is the ’80s. Maverick is America.
Maverick, most of all, is Tom Cruise. Previously the up-and-coming star of Risky Business, Cruise became a superstar in the summer of 1986 with Top Gun. The movie’s mixture of Reagan-era patriotism and MTV-era style proved an uncannily perfect concoction with something for everyone. It was Jerry Bruckheimer and Don Simpson at their mid-’80s peak. The film’s plotline is almost inscrutable, if you look at it on the page: A movie about a super-cool guy surrounded by super-cool guys, who spends most of the movie in what amounts to a high-flying version of a prep-school novel, before ultimately defeating the MiGs, aka Evil Planes from Evilvania. READ FULL STORY