And here we are with a new Star Wars movie, and real one, not one of those garbage “A Star Wars Story” piles. Right on. The Last Jedi got me jazzed, ditching the overly-abundant fan service JJ Abrams favored for The Force Awakens to put forth an interesting story with some exciting potential for our characters. Will Kylo Ren be given a redemption arc? Will Rey give in to the Dark Side’s temptations? Will Poe and Finn admit their love for one another? Will anyone remember Phasma was even in The Last Jedi (my favorite, by the way)? The questions were plentiful, the opportunity great.
Which makes it all the more pathetic that we got something that didn’t even bother thinking about those questions.
The Rise of Skywalker continues – for the most part, anyway – where things left off in The Last Jedi, with Luke deceased, the Rebelli–I’m sorry, the Resistance on its last legs, Leia increasingly out of commission, and the First Order under the command of the still-volatile Kylo Ren. I guess this is as good a time as any to mention there will be spoilers, considering we get facts that could very well be considered spoilers in the first few minutes of the film. Y’all got that? Okay. So, as it turns out, in his infinite wisdom, possibly pissy that Rian Johnson ditched a bunch of lame plot points The Force Awakens had set up, Abrams, back in the director’s chair, opted to go in some fucking sideways directions, beginning with the reveal that Emperor Palpatine, last seen falling to his death in Return of the Jedi, is actually alive and well. Or, at least, a clone of him is. Cool beans, I guess. Not only is Palpatine still kicking, but in the decades between Jedi and now he’s been secretly constructing a massive fleet of starships that he’s willing to give to the First Order to crush the remainder of the Resistance and establish the Second Empire. ‘Kay. As our heroes chase down Kylo, looking for the secrets he’s found, they discover the actual truth surrounding Rey’s parentage: Unlike what we tried to establish in the previous film, it turns out Rey is the granddaughter of Palpatine hisself, her parents on the run for, I dunno, disagreeing with the idea of the Empire and looking to stash their daughter far away from her granddad’s influence. Holy. Shit.
So these two plot points alone are bad enough, more than enough to make me leave unhappy with this newest franchise entry. But then they had to go and make the thing lazily, sloppily, and almost as laden with fan service as The Force Awakens. Fair enough, I guess I’m gonna be detesting this thing, then, that’s fine.
Yup. The editing is so haphazard this time out that the first act of the film – shit, the first fifteen or twenty minutes, for that matter – feel more condensed than a frozen bag of Campbell’s chicken stock. So many things are compressed into such a short amount of time that one could probably make a decent interstitial film out of the contents, something akin to Empire without the grand implications. Had it just been the opening bit, it’s possible the film could have recovered, but aside from a handful of quieter, more naturally-paced scenes, the whole film suffers from heavy compression, the density of plot points and scenes so overwhelming that I’m pretty sure those people a few rows over who went to the bathroom missed at least three or four important happenings over the course of their urinations (okay, I just assumed they peed, they could have done other things). It’s like the filmmakers saw Endgame, thought the runtime to be a bit overbearing, and cut the film within an inch of its life in order to maximize every second of screen time. Unfortunately, there’s the minor side effect of the film feeling rushed, incoherent, and more interested in getting things over with (and stuffing in as many winking references as possible) in as little time as they could.
Then there’s the problem of Abrams’ seemingly unquenchable thirst for fan service. The Force Awakens rubbed me the wrong way so much not because it was a retread of A New Hope, but because they stuffed so many references to previous films, the expanded universe, and anything else the fandom would recognize that the end product couldn’t possibly stand on its own merits. The same can almost be said of this outing, right down to that fucking shot of the ewoks near the end, whereupon I almost yelled aloud, people in earshot be damned.
Finally, there’s the decisions I just plain disagree with. We’ve apparently ditched the idea that Rey’s parents were nobodies just so that we could maintain some unnecessary continuity with the preceding series. Screw the idea that the Force could possibly be felt by some random chick abandoned on some desert planet in the middle of nowhere, she’d have to be something more special than that, connected in some way to a family we’ve already been introduced to. I was scared they’d make her a long-lost Skywalker or Organa or something, but, no, that inane reveal, the one that fucking gave the film its title (WHAT!?!?!?!?), was saved for a symbolic line at the end. Hey, guys, the fact you made it symbolic doesn’t detract from the line’s eye-rollingly dumb and needless implications. We had this wonderful setup regarding Force users and rebels-to-be not having to be from the “special” bloodlines already introduced, and I guess we’re just up and chucking that idea. Palpatine’s return is even worse, as it rings so unnecessary, so hollow, and so lazy that I have to wonder who actually came up with it. Sure, we could have had some expanded conflict between Rey and Kylo, these forces of Force-sensitivity, but that wouldn’t be big enough, I s’pose. That wouldn’t provide the proper amount of plain ol’ satisfaction for the Old Guard of “fans”. It’s just so lazy, though, and emblematic of the fact that so many of said Old Guard can’t relinquish anything from the past, they’ve gotta keep the overtly familiar going, progress, like the people around me, be damned. There’s a point where Chewbacca supposedly dies, and that’s all that matters: It’s not about a potential ambush from Kylo and his Knights of Ren (hey, they actually showed up for a minute!), it’s not about Rey’s use of Force lightning (something, as far as I know, we haven’t seen in the movies outside of powerfully evil folks), it’s about the potential death of a long-standing supporting character we all know and love. Way to make the plot contingent on the events, guys. Killing me. Oh, and there’s the whole situation surrounding Finn and Rose. Nothing at all is made of any proclamations of love or anything from last time out, and it seems as though Abrams had nothing for them to do at all here, ’cause Rose is completely sidelined to the point that I can’t remember her doing anything, much less anything of value, and Finn is relegated to following Rey around and calling after her every few minutes. I mean, they do try to set him up with a potential love interest (not gonna lie, seeing them connect so quickly with their only similarities being a hatred for the First Order/Second Empire (whichever you prefer) and, to put it as frank and callous as possible, a darker skin tone than the other characters. Don’t worry, you racist savages who had a massive problem with “the white woman being programmed to love the big, black dick” (I really wish I made that sentiment up, but this is the fucking world we apparently live in these days), he’s free to go after someone of his own kind. Gag me. As it turns out, the secret Finn tries to tell Rey throughout the film is that he’s Force-sensitive, but I guess too much was going on for that to be communicated, apart from him occasionally “feeling” certain things during the climactic battle. Fun. He’s a full-fledged character now, JJ, great job, just forget about any character-building already done. Oh, and speaking of the final battle, it feels much smaller than its purported to be, the field of view limited to only a few bits of space, and it’s loaded dumb, hokey shit, like the cavalry charge and the appearance of the Resistance fleet. And don’t even get me started on the Hux stuff!
Well, at least the visuals are mostly fine, I guess.
This movie was a mistake on nearly every level. Instead of blazing its own trail, it rests on the laurels of its predecessors and refuses to let us all forget about it. Everything that could have gone well is left by the wayside in favor of inanity and fan service. What a sad way to allegedly end the main series (I doubt that’s truly the case, but you never know with Disney, amiright?), woundedly whimpering as it panders to the bland middle ground of cinema. Star Wars started out as a relatively cheap endeavor that wound up succeeding thanks to the efforts of its cast and crew. It ends with a perplexingly shoddy film that looks like the people involved only barely wanted to go through with its production. Unlike those upset with The Last Jedi, I don’t wanna see this thing remade, I just wanna forget about it. It’s the only way that the proper closure will be able to take hold, the closure that comes with absolute oblivion. Who knew the Empire would win so thoroughly after all?
I’m not sure I’ve effectively run through my points here, but the underlying opinion should be clear. I just don’t know how to word things sufficiently through such a thick veil of disappointment and confusion. Sorry, kids, it’s all rant today. Maybe I’ll be able to return to the subject later on with the clarity of a repeat watch, but it’s gonna be while. Stay safe, kids.