It's been so long since anybody has seen a decent movie that they've forgotten what one looks like.
America are the bad guys, invading another country to destroy a facility.
The "mission" is the Star Wars: A New Hope trench run on the Death Star (shoot the missile into the exhaust port) ... and don't worry, faux Han Solo will arrive at the end to save the protagonist from certain death.
Maverick undermines the entire premise of the movie by showing that he can do the mission alone, without help from anyone else (so why don't they just send him alone rather than risk the expensive aircraft and people?)
Jennifer Connelly only exists to undermine Maverick with her expertise as a fully qualified bar owner. That makes her an expert at sailing and she is always just hanging around for no apparent reason {this time we get homoerotic football on the beach, and while Maverick is shirtless and involved, Connelly is nearby watching, yet too frigid to actually show her body in a swimsuit... so, what's the point of her even being in the scene?)
You know that Rooster is Goose's son because he inherited Goose's moustache and Hawaiian shirts!
All the same awful tropes you've come to expect from Bruckheimer films... slow zoom in on the face of someone watching something in awe, for 6 people present in the same location, one after another, while the soundtrack chimes in to tell you how to feel about the cliche you're watching.
A few of the airplane stunts are so absurd that I suspect they were copied from the dogfighting scenes in Hot Shots (1991)!
If this is the Navy of the current year then we will all be dominated by our ambitious enemies very soon.
This movie is terrible. It p¡sses all over Tony Scott's legacy