In Galaxy Quest, there is a sequence where the self-destruct has been activated and Tim Allen and Sigourney Weaver have to jump through a series of ridiculous hoops to get to the button to turn off the device. When they finally get there, the button doesn't work. That's it. They're all going to die. There's no hope left. And then with one second left...the timer stops on it's own. That's what watching The Final Countdown is like.
The premise of the movie is that a modern-day (that day happens to be 30 years ago) aircraft carrier has been transported back in time to December 6, 1941. December 7, 1941 is a day which will live in infamy.
The Final Countdown starts with some aircraft porn. Then they are transported back in time. More aircraft porn. The evidence slowly mounts that they have been transported back in time. More aircraft porn. They are now convinced that they are in 1941. A little more aircraft porn. Mandatory discussion about the ethics of time travel and the grandfather paradox. A brief aircraft porn interlude. Intrigue involving rescuing a senator who will be president and a Japanese pilot. You guessed it, more aircraft porn. They agree to stop the Japanese fleet. A slight hint of aircraft porn.
So here they are, the planes are launched and approaching the Japanese fleet, they have a 40 year technological advantage, they have the element of surprise and they know every move the Japanese will make, but the Japanese have a significant numerical advantage. Here comes the match-up we've been building to the whole movie. The aircraft porn money-shot if you will. (If you won't, it's too late, the thought is out there, now deal with it.) They are going to completely change history. And...Musical interlude. Hit it, Europe.
They go back to the present. The End.
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