I just saw Star Wars – The Last Jedi. I am at a loss what to write about it. I have no strong opinions about it. Sure, I can say things about it: it was way too long, one of the main plot threads turned out to be a snipe hunt, Luke’s “Just For Men” beard during the astral projection scene was a mistake, things like that. But, really, it was just a movie that I saw, and that makes me awfully sad.
I love Star Wars. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love Star Wars. The original might have been the first movie I ever saw, and it is certainly the first movie I remember seeing. I spent most of my childhood playing Star Wars. There’s more than a decent chance that I majored in philosophy because of Yoda. It’s hard to overstate how important Star Wars is to me.
I don’t want to disparage Rian Johnson or the cast. The fact that I didn’t absolutely loathe it is something of an accomplishment having to follow Force Awakens. They should have used my idea. This movie never really had a chance.
Ultimately, this movie didn’t make me feel much of anything. I’m sitting here trying to think of something to write about it, but coming up short. I want to have opinions about it, but I really don’t. Instead, I’m just sitting here feeling kind of sad, like some of the magic has left our world.