Despite the kitsch, 80s context in which we now see it, and Tarantino's hysterical spiel about how, deep down, Val Kilmer and Tom Cruise just want to be saucy with each other's bottoms, this really is a pretty drab movie. Cruise is an ugly, obnoxious dwarf and Kelly McGillis appears to be watching a promising career slip away from her as the film unfurls. Tim Robbins is wasted, and never trust a man called Val.
When I first saw Top Gun, I fell off my seat laughing at the bit where Anthony Edwards dies. This is, and this alone, makes it worth two marks.
It's just a load of vacuous pish and poopoo, with a glossy production sheen.
When I first saw Top Gun, I fell off my seat laughing at the bit where Anthony Edwards dies. This is, and this alone, makes it worth two marks.
It's just a load of vacuous pish and poopoo, with a glossy production sheen.