Top Gun: Maverick
For all its nostalgic, Miller Time sequences of shirtless beach sports and oddly touching character callbacks, Top Gun: Maverick offers exactly the kind of air-punching spectacle that reminds people why a trip to the cinema beats staying at home and watching Netflix. Personally, I found myself powerless to resist; overawed by the 'real flight' aeronautics and nail-biting sky dances, bludgeoned by the sugar-frosted glow of Cruise's mercilessly engaging facial muscles, and shamefully brought to tears by moments of hate-yourself-for-going-with-it manipulation.
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