CRUISECAST

They don’t make ’em like they used to. That’s what we’ve all been saying while exiting the movie theater these days. Hollywood had seemed to all but lose its spark, its intrigue, its thrill. At least that is how I felt before a matinee showing of Top Gun Maverick and suddenly I was transported to the 1980’s, a decade known as the height of cinematic art. I laughed, I cried, I cheered as Thomas Cruise accomplished both the destruction of an underground uranium facility of an unnamed hostile foreign government as well as the wall I had built between me and cinema. Here I undertake a lengthy analysis of Mr. Cruise’s career and examine a retrospective of iconic American art.