Poor Maverick. All he wanted to do was become the world’s best fighter pilot, escape the shadow of his legendary father, get a little nookie with Charlie, and somehow get Iceman out of his (admittedly luxurious) hair.
Was that too much to ask?
“Gentlemen, this school is about combat…”
Ah, Top Gun. Tony Scott put together a masterpiece for the ages, and, yes… it’s straight outta the 80s.
It’s one of the finest “guilty pleasures” to emerge from our favorite decade, complete with beautiful people (Tom Cruise, Kelly McGillis, Rick Rossovich), a rockin’ soundtrack (we’ve already professed our love for Kenny Loggins), fast planes, fast motorcycles, a tear-jerking death, sweaty dudes playing volleyball, plus a little Meg Ryan… just for fun.
“Goose! You big stud! Take me to bed or lose me forever!”
What Duckie was was for teenage girls (yes, we’ve professed our love for him, too), Goose (Anthony Edwards) was for teenage boys: the cool (but not too cool) dude, the best friend, the right-hand man. We all knew we couldn’t be Maverick, but maybe, just maybe, we could see ourselves as Goose. Of course he had to (SPOILER ALERT!) die, but sometimes that’s the way it goes.
The guys get to watch fast planes. The girls get to have a good cry. What more could you want?
We feel the need… the need for speed.
We ♥ Top Gun.