The first three are two and a half good movies; to that, we can add this one, which expels George Lucas from the management of his brainchild to the franchise's apparent betterment. J.J. Abrams has, somewhat unexpectedly, managed to produce the third best
Star Wars film. It's unsatisfying in ways already outlined by
Reason's Peter Suderman (incoherently, at
Vox):
... as much as I enjoyed the acknowledgement, I also found the movie’s
near-total reliance on elements recycled from the original somewhat
disappointing. At times it felt like I was watching the cinematic
equivalent of a very polished Star Wars cover band — playing all the old favorites, but without adding anything beyond a few clever riffs.
Tascha Robinson in
Vox argued that Rey's arrival means we've already reached
Peak Strong Female Character, which, having seen her, wasn't the annoying, Didactic character I figured she might be, given the itch To Teach All Of Us About Strong Female Characters. Other remarks:
- Somewhat surprised to see Carrie Fisher in this one; she looked terrible, like a bad combination of botox and obvious plastic surgery. I would have preferred she keep herself honest.
- Harrison Ford pulled the escape chute to get out of future episodes, with Han Solo dying in this film, and just as well.
- So it's interesting that the two actors with, shall we say, shallow resumes since Star Wars concluded have both the possibility of future roles within the franchise. Good business move.
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