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After Top Gun: Maverick ended, I cam out of the cinema feeling genuinely elated.

I wasn't 16. I was 38, if I recall correctly. But I refuse to call it immature. Though it was only a film, the total lack of anything cynical made me feel like it was possible, however briefly, to hope without muttering 'meh' to myself and then justifying my lack of engagement.

So, after reading your article, I'm going to make some notes for my next essay and then rewatch Maverick in all of his canyon-flying glory.

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