Masters Of The Air review: A brutal, beautiful World War II miniseries
Austin Butler and Barry Keoghan lead Apple TV+'s powerful drama

Are you the sort of person who saluted the screen when the fleet of little boats arrived at Dunkirk beach in Christopher Nolan’s much-lauded war film? Did you choke back a sob when Sgt. Warren “Skip” Muck and Pfc. Alex Penkala were killed instantly (and together) by an artillery barrage in Band Of Brothers? And do the endings to Saving Private Ryan and Blackadder Goes Forth live rent-free in your head forever more? Then you need to watch Masters Of The Air, which premieres January 26 on Apple TV+. Need to. Because this brutal and beautiful show was absolutely made for you.
With an eye-watering production budget of $200 million to $250 million, and with Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg (the creators of Band Of Brothers) as EPs, this World War II miniseries ticks a lot of boxes—particularly in terms of production value and special effects. It feels, at times, like an immersive experience. The cast, too, is quite frankly ridiculous: Academy Award darlings Austin Butler and Barry Keoghan lead the charge, flanked by the likes of Callum Turner, Ncuti “The Doctor” Gatwa, Raff Law, Sawyer Spielberg, Ben Radcliffe, Nate Mann, and others. And the fact it’s based on the real first-hand accounts of the real soldiers involved in the 100th Bomb Group? That just adds an extra layer of realism and gravitas to events that viewers will appreciate and eventually curse as they wipe the tears away from their sodden cheeks. (Top Gun this ain’t.)
But, of course, we’re getting ahead of ourselves: Let’s talk plot. The 10-part series opens with all of the high romance, adventure, and dashing men in uniform that many fictional accounts sell us of war. Music plays lazily in the background as a group of pilots-in-training down shots and enviously eyeball Major John “Bucky” Egan, the guy who seemingly has all the luck. Not only is he dancing with some pretty young thing, but he’s being shipped off the very next morning.
“He’ll be a stone’s throw away from the Krauts while the rest of us will still be flying practice missions over Nebraska,” they lament bitterly. Still, as Bucky’s BFF—one Major Gale “Buck” Cleven—points out during a hushed conversation of his own, their time will come quickly enough. Hell, he’s being shipped out himself in two or three weeks. He’s even pre-written his first letter to the girl he’s promised to write, just so he’s not caught short (or presumably without a pen and paper). War, for these young men, is the next chapter in their great adventure—or it is, at least, when the lights are glowing warmly, the drink is flowing, and songs are being chosen for slow goodbye dances. For just a moment, the spell is almost broken when Bucky suggests to his pal that he might be killed before they’re reunited, but Buck laughs off the comment.