While ostensibly a tale of triumph set in America's top jet-pilot training school, Top Gun is, in reality, the greatest big-budget, homoerotic thrill ride ever spewed forth. Released in 1986, this high-octane, sweat-drenched masterpiece redefined the way blockbusters were made. Take an adrenaline-pumping soundtrack by the king of motivational film music, Kenny Loggins, add a bunch of fast machines (jets, cars, motorcycles), throw in a slow-motion volleyball match in which the camera lovingly cascades across the shaved, oiled-down chests of Val Kilmer, Tom Cruise and various other up-and-coming '80s beefcake actors, and you have box office gold. The ladies go to see it for the hot guys. The men go to see it for the fast machines (and the hot guys). It's a win-win situation. Directed with an artist's eye by Tony Scott, whose only previous work was the goth-lesbian vampire cult-classic The Hunger, this movie will pump you full of patriotism (among other things) and make you wanna go home and shave your chest. And by the time Iceman says to Maverick "You can be my wingman anytime," there won't be a dry eye, or seat, in the house. Get Gunned up midnight Friday and Saturday at the Inwood Theater, 5458 W. Lovers Lane. Tickets are $8.50. Call 214-764-9106 or visit landmarktheatres.com.
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