Well, I saw the new Star Wars. It was a bad movie. Like, a really bad movie. But I have some good news. My preparations worked. I went in expecting to see one of the worst movies ever made, and it met my expectations. That’s something the last two didn’t do.
With Episodes VII & VIII, I was angry watching them. I don’t get angry easily. But Star Wars is special to me. The new trilogy wasn’t just made of bad movies. I could live with that. Instead it tried to undo everything from the original trilogy. It unresolved all the things that had been resolved. It reset the characters to the beginnings of their character arcs (or worse). It shrunk the galaxy.
With Episode IX, I wasn’t angry. I mostly had a feeling of resignation while watching it. Plus sadness. There was definitely sadness as I watched it, too. And not the good kind of sadness like you get from listening to “Puff the Magic Dragon.” This is more the kind of sadness you get when someone dies. I guess the best way I can sum up this movie is it’s like losing someone close to you who had been in ill health for a long time. It’s really sad, but there is some relief because at least the person isn’t suffering any more.
I’m sure I’ll have some more to say about it in the coming days. But for now, that’s all I’ve got.