It seems somehow fitting that one of the last tasks credited to director Tony Scott before his tragic suicide last year was the remastering and IMAX 3-D conversion of “Top Gun,” the slick, bombastic 1986 blockbuster that virtually defined action movies of the MTV era.
With its thrusting, rock-infused musical score, its dizzying pace of rapid cuts and acrobatic camera shots, it betrays Scott's early grounding in quick, glossy commercials and music videos and stands as one of the first fusings of MTV-style editing techniques with big, blustery, high-concept action conventions. It's flickering eye candy, powered by pulsing jolts of adrenaline, without much in the way of story or characters to slow the relentless onslaught.
Looking at “Top Gun” today, it stands as a dubious relic of Hollywood's obsession with stimulation over storytelling, with star power over acting. Not that the movie business has abandoned those values. They're still alive today. But blowing “Top Gun” up to IMAX proportions is instructive because it so glaringly magnifies the movie's monumental mediocrities as well as its minor graces.
The razor-thin screenplay by Jim Cash and Jack Epps Jr. (said to be about 80 pages instead of the usual 120) is filled with shallow, cartoonish characters — starting with Tom Cruise's callow, cocky jet-jockey Maverick — uttering some of the dumbest dialogue imaginable (“I feel the need … the need for speed!”). Projecting it larger only seems to make it dumber.
The familiar story really doesn't merit synopsis. But along with a very fresh-faced Cruise the IMAX images show us startlingly young players such as Anthony Edwards as Maverick's fated wingman Goose, Val Kilmer as the Mav's maddening nemesis Iceman and Meg Ryan as the cute pilot groupie Carole. Kelly McGillis is lovely in the thankless role of Charlie, Cruise's civilian instructor/love interest.
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