The Michael Giacchino score that builds to a crescendo over the opening studio logos is a tip-off to the ensuing film—it sounds like something you might hear at the start of a wild and woolly roller-coaster ride right before you’re plunged off at high speed to parts unknown.

This is what I think of when the phrase “summer movie” comes to mind. Ridiculous but a hell of a lot of fun. Just like a roller coaster.

Disney+: The only place to stream the first film appearance of Orson Welles.

The story of how that racist guy who says “I’m not racist, I have a black friend” met his black friend.

"How did it feel, strapping that thing to your back and flying like a bat out of hell?"

"Well, it's the closest I'll ever get to heaven, Mr. Hughes."

What an exciting, uncynical, legitimately fun this movie still is, 22 years after the fact.