This is my favorite movie ever! I know I’m a big dork for saying that, but I was in love with this movie in high school, and I probably watched it 100 times. Sadly, I tried to watch it again a few weeks ago, and that was the first time I realized how far we’ve really come with technology. The color, the music, the dialogue—you name it—was all pretty bad. I hate saying that because I still love that movie and can remember most of the lines from it. I guess I’ll just have to remember this one “the way it was” and move on.

Yes, it’s godawful, but at the same time this piece of kitschy military-porn from the 80s is kind of endearing. Gasp at the awful dialogue, jeer at the predictable plot, hiss at the colour saturated MTV edited overload and then contemplate the homoeroticised undercurrents flowing through almost every line and shot of the film.

Why was Tom cruise wearing such big underpants though? The world needs to know…

(Oh, if you get the chance watch the videos included on the DVD, if only for the extraordinary Harold Faltermeyer “piece” featuring a stick thin, gold clad poodle haired guitarist who plays his guitar like he’s making lurve to a beautiful laydee.)

Watching “Top Gun” has drastically lowered my standards of what constitutes a good movie. If you think you’ve just seen a really bad film, simply watch five minutes of this movie and you’ll realise that the terrible acting and laboured dialogue in the other film were nothing compared to what “Top Gun” has on offer.