Play the Top Gun drinking game. Two fingers of your drink everytime there's something homosexual that happens. If you're carpet isn't decorated with vomit by half way through you're doing well (or don't get homoerotica).
Charlie: Excuse me, Lieutenant. Is there something wrong?
Maverick: Yes ma'am, the data on the MiG is inaccurate.
Charlie: How's that, Lieutenant?
Maverick: Well, I just happened to see a MiG 28 do a...
Maverick: Uh, sorry Goose. WE happened to see a MiG 28 do a 4g negative dive.
Charlie: Where did you see this?
Maverick: Uh, that's classified.
Charlie: It's what?
Maverick: It's classified. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
Top Gun is as camp as a row of pink tents at a Judy Garland convention and should only be watched whilst being fellated by a partner called John who has two fingers up your hoop and is playing you like a trombone.
Other than that there is nothing wrong with it or Officer and a Gentleman as long as you are a fan of Hot Chocolate.