Benson want to follow up last year’s tour-de-force Interruption of “Road House?” Why, with another great testosterone-fueled fantasy from the 80s, but this time with 100% more Reagan-era patriotism. Benson and buddies will seat themselves in the front row of the Playhouse and riff on the immortal story of a true Maverick (that happens to be his call sign): cocky flyboy Tom Cruise, who’s riding right into the danger zone. Between the sweat-kissed shirtless volleyball, impromptu bar singing, big hulking war machines, sexual electricity that takes your breath away, and pulsating machismo intensity, we’re sure there will be something to laugh about. Whether this is one of your favorite films, or you’ve lost that loving feeling, you’ve never seen “Top Gun” like this before. In Person: Doug Benson and friends.