A few days ago Matt and I gave each other a high five and brought it all the way around for a slap at the bottom of the circle.
Matt pointed out that it was the same move from the beach volleyball scene in Top Gun when Maverick and Goose are totally kicking ass against Val Kilmer which naturally made us both start singing.
"Highway to the danger zone...Gonna take a riiiide into the danger zone...!"
Kenny Loggins, thank you so much. Twenty years ago, I was all into Top Gun. The bomber jackets, Tom Cruise before he was crazy, and the movie's sexual tension which I innocently thought was between Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis and which I now realize was between ALL THE DUDES IN THE MOVIE.
It was leap year, February 29. Matt and I wondered what we should do on the day that didn't usually happen, what would we usually not do?
Rent Top Gun, obviously.
All we needed were aviator glasses and cutoffs. At least this was what we thought before we actually re-watched the volleyball scene and realized the characters didn't cut their pants off, that they sweated into their jeans, befitting the rest of the film, which is
Every other shot featured some hot shiny face, dripping through more painful dialogue.
And yeah, I know I was still a kid in 1986, desperately wanting to believe that adults could figure out how to face their fears/rattle their family skeletons while successfully charming the pants off their sexy boss AND exchanging extremely homoerotic banter with their peers in an hour and a half but seriously.
I didn't realize, even a little bit, how bad Top Gun is?
Iceman/Val Kilmer: "I don't like you because you're dangerous."
Maverick/Tom Cruise: "That's right! Ice...man. I am dangerous"
Iceman/Val Kilmer: (SMILES AND TAKES A BIG BITE OUT OF THE AIR, which is really, really uncomfortable to watch)
"Rewind! Rewind!" we yell.