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Top Gun: The LGBTQ+ Subtext Everyone Has Talked About, Explained
The cult classic Top Gun launched a new era of cinema upon its release in A thrilling romance alongside rookie pilot scenes with an epic soundtrack gave all cinephiles something to gush over. Starring Tom Cruise as Maverick and Val Kilmer as Ice, the two best friends are jet fighter pilots in training at the Miramar Wind Station in San Diego during the Cold War. For practically 60 years, the tension between the United States and the Soviet Union was all-encompassing. In the aftermath of World War II, NATO was formed, amplifying the post-war tension, which is unfortunately continuing today despite the Cold War ending.
With the Icy War as its backdrop, Top Gun became a beacon of hope, but mostly for the military as many movie goers were inspired to join the Navy, as Screen Rant explains. Yet, despite the overtly masculine text, a much larger subtext is centered in the iconic film. Much like Baywatch was perversely called Babe Watch because of the actors and actresses slow-motion running along the beach in b
Jerry Bruckheimer Weighs in on Tarantino’s ‘Top Gun’ Homosexual Film Monologue: &#;A Compliment&#;
&#;Top Gun&#; producer Jerry Bruckheimer celebrated the film&#;s 35th anniversary this month by reflecting on the movie&#;s unexpected legacy as a gay film in an interview with Vulture. This reading of the motion picture was immortalized by Quentin Tarantino, who has a single scene in the movie &#;Sleep with Me&#; in which he appears to give a monologue explaining why the Tom Cruise-starring &#;Top Gun&#; is really &#;a story about a man’s struggle with his own homosexuality.&#;
&#;You’ve got Maverick, all right?&#; Tarantino&#;s character says. &#;He’s on the edge, man. He’s right on the fucking line, all right? And you’ve got Iceman, and all his crew. They’re gay, they represent the gay man, all right? And they’re saying, travel, go the gay way, go the gay way. He could go both ways&#;Kelly McGillis, she’s heterosexuality. She’s saying: no, no, no, no, no, no, go the normal way, play by the rules, go the normal way. They’re saying no, leave the
The Top Gun Volleyball Scene Is Not Homoerotic. It Is Homosexual.
This weekend sees the release of Top Gun: Maverick, the long-awaited follow-up to the blockbuster, and while the movie did not necessarily need (the need for speed!) a sequel, I am ready. The original Top Gun is about a bunch of people who know how to fly very sophisticated fighter jets but have not yet determined that they can wipe sweat off their own faces with even ordinary sheet towels. Top Gun blew all the hell up in the summer of '86 for a variety of reasons: the Reagan-era jingoism, Kenny Loggins’ “Danger Zone,” the absolute incandescence of a young Tom Cruise. It was a big, sweaty phenomenon.
But Top Gun holds an entirely separate place in some of our hearts. A scant of us walked into that multiplex and found ourselves excited in ways our peers may not have been. Some of us witnessed a moment that stayed in our hearts forever.
I speak, of course, of the beach volleyball scene, a one minute and forty second sequence in which a shirtless Tom Cruise, Val Kilmer, and Rick Rossovich (plus
The Original Top Gun Was My Sweaty, Sexy Queer Salvation
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When trailers for Top Gun: Maverickstarted showing up in a big way this past month, I felt a sudden yet familiar throttle to my nether regions, as if hit by G-forces. Something about the naked fuck-yeah-ism of those screaming jets, the quivering whoops of those hotshot pilots, opened a portal in me to a lost teenage dreamscape. Or should I say jerk-scape? Ah yes, I remembered: Top Gun, my first sexual relationship.
You see, in the mids Christian suburbs of Chicago, where dial-up internet usage was closely monitored, Top Gun was my queer porn. And I’m not just talking about the infamous beach volleyball scene (which, trust me, we’ll circle back to—I always did). I mean even the glancing mention of it—just a snack-size quotable like “That’s classified”—cast a cockerel spell over me. Certainly, the Kenny Loggins song “Playing With the Boys” had special interpretation. As if cued to the baseline and hair-metal