Yet there’s scarcely a hint of irony in Top Gun: Maverick, a decades-later follow-up to one of the most anomalous hits of the 1980s. Those kind of winks are common in so-called legacy sequels, a very self-conscious strain of modern franchise continuation. But he’s also speaking, in a metatextual manner, about the legend playing this legend: Hollywood’s aging but ageless golden boy Tom Cruise, pushing 60 but still climbing into cockpits at a time when his “kind” - the movie star who’s a draw no matter the movie - has indeed been added to the endangered species list. The admiral is talking about the obsolescence of fighter pilots in an age when bombs are dropped remotely from a strip mall outside Las Vegas. “Your kind is headed for extinction,” he tells the one and only Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. Chester “Hammer” Cain (Ed Harris) does not mince words. Faced with the cockiest flyboy in the history of naval aviation, Rear Adm.
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