We’re still talking about it, so here is my honest (if otherwise belated) take on the newest installment in what has become nothing less than a pop cultural touchstone:
Stars Wars: Episode VIII – The Last Jedi was exactly what a Star Wars movie is supposed to be proving once again that Disney knows how to run a franchise product. I enjoyed the film exactly as the powers that be predicted I would, and to be honest, I’m feeling a little embarrassed by that.
The danger in having every expectation met is the feeling of having too low of a threshold for those expectations. I enjoyed The Last Jedi, I truly did, but so what, big deal, it still felt like I had seen this movie before. It was like the filmmakers where ticking off boxes of all the things that fans might want. Cute aliens – check. Chaotic bar scene – check but make it a casino so it’s bigger and flashier. Rey versus Ren, Phasma versus Finn and of course have that plucky Poe Dameron be the cocky pilot regardless of consequence. And don’t forget the requisite noble sacrifice.
So what’s there to complain about? I like having something I can count on and I know that movie studios put a lot of money on the line to produce blockbuster entertainment, so I don’t begrudge them the safe choice, but I sure don’t want this to be all I ever get. The fact is that the most popular movies these days are sequels. Ok, but it shouldn’t be to the wholesale exclusion of original ideas. Unless, of course there is no such thing. Maybe it all has been done already.
I sure hope not.