Con Air is the guy you’re sat next to on the plane who wears aviator shades and belches out the alphabet while playing electric guitar. He stinks because he wears vodka as aftershave. Con Air is a film universally hated by Quakers the world over. I love how Nic Cage's beatific blue collar masculinity is set against John Cusack's white collar flailing! Perhaps the only film to make a child killer a lovable rogue.
Nicolas Cage says, "I'm going to prove to you that God exists" with the vengeful fury of someone who truly believes it. Great actors slumming it in a movie where John Cusack fires a gun outside his open car door while driving, John Malkovich tells prisoner Ving Rhames what to do, and the release of a serial killer that specifically murders children is a one-off sight gag in the final shot of the closing montage.
Revels in its own excesses. I can't help but smile from beginning to end every time I watch it. The daughter and wife turning up at the crash site at the end while "How Do I Live" blares is the biggest possible cherry on the top. They don't make 'em like this anymore.