I had the lyrics for part of a song from Top Gun floating through my mind as I started to write a scene, so I hunted up the whole song. I found a decent video using clips from the movie. The lyrics were what I recalled, and I remembered why it was one of my favorite songs from the soundtrack (“Through the Fire” by Larry Greene). The video . . .
*Closes eyes, sighs, gives the sinal salute* I love the flying and the camera work. But the cockpit shots had me talking to the screen.
I’ve flown competition-level aerobatics in a Pitts S2-B and some smaller planes. If you have your shoulder harness on correctly, you cannot, I repeat cannot, come out of the seat the way Maverick does at 1:32-33! You cannot tell me that an F-14 just has a loose lap-belt to secure the pilot to the ejection seat. No. Just N.O. That is soooo Hollywood. Now, I am aware that negative G maneuvers are, let us say, frowned upon in certain jet aircraft, because the systems are just not designed to keep fuel and oil moving the correct ways at less than minus one G. Getting “sucked” up from the seat during negative G maneuvers is not a huge consideration for most military aircraft the way it is in a Pitts and the higher-end, hard-core civilian aerobatics aircraft.
But Judas Priest on flaming pogo sticks, come on. It looks like the pilot has no harness or seat-belt on at all.
And this sort of reaction is why Alma is not allowed to watch aviation films with some people anymore. They do not like the non-stop, under-the-breath grumbling about laws of physics, wrong airplane, it can’t do that, turbine engines don’t accelerate the way some piston planes can, the pilot is a fool, the mechanic is an idiot, that’s not how the landing gear works, wrong airplane, no it can’t do that, helicopters and inverted flight are a very bad combo, supersonic helicopter doesn’t exist . . .
Sort of like a former (he graduated) PhD student who spent all of Master and Commander giving an under-the-breath account of everything wrong. Or a certain prof who was almost escorted out of Apocolypto because she is an expert in the Maya and early Aztec, speaks Mayan, and . . . Well, she also has trouble keeping her vehement expostulations to herself.
At least with the Geology Department’s “Bad Movie Nights,” we had popcorn to throw at the screen and were encouraged to groan, hiss, and howl at the science bloopers.
*The “sinal salute” is when you put one hand blade-wise against each side of your nose because the stupidity/foolishness/obliviousness/jaw-dropping display of studied ignorance has temporarily rendered you incapable of speech.