Good Morning, World

Still thinking about Top Gun this morning, even after I exorcized a bunch of random thoughts and feelings with that review of the sequel that I barfed out yesterday afternoon -- read that here if you feel like getting a little barf on yourself anyway. (And who doesn't?) For those who asked in the comments and on Twitter and since I didn't bring it up in the review at all somehow -- Top Gun Maverick doesn't have any of the homoerotic tendencies of the original. Yes there's a shirtless football scene at the beach (glimpsed in the trailer) that luxuriates in the men's bodies for a minute but it somehow feels less leering that the volleyball scene in the first film -- it stares respectfully, yawn -- and I will say that Miles Teller & Glen Powell (bless them) do try in a couple of moments to inject something in there between their characters, you can see them straaaaaining for it, but the film refuses to allow it to take. It's a chastely hetero affair, I'm sad to report, on top of its other crimes. But really, as ranting as my review got, I still basically enjoyed the experience of watching the film? It hits its marks, the action is top notch -- just like I said don't think about any of it, don't think about any of it at all, lest you undo its spell.