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.