As with Star Wars: The Force Awakens, two years ago, I don’t see much point in doing a formal review of Star Wars: The Last Jedi. Not to put too fine a point on it, if you’re planning to see it, you probably already have, and if you’re not planning on going, nothing I could say is likely to convince you.
Even so, I’ve got some thoughts. I’ll try to avoid significant spoilers, but no promises.
First up, Porgs. There weren’t nearly as many of them as I expected, and that’s a good thing. I, like many others, assumed they were strictly an opportunity to sell plush figures, but now we’re hearing that there was a practical reason to include them: apparently it was easier to digitally superimpose a cute, cuddly alien bird over the local puffins than it would have been to digitally erase the real birds.
Fair enough. But if there were puffins invading the Millennium Falcon set, that doesn’t speak well for the production staff’s attention to security and animal welfare. (In other words, adding Porgs to the later on-ship sequences was strictly a marketing decision. In a movie that was already more than two and a half hours long, did we really need Porg reaction shots during a space battle? From a storytelling perspective, I’d argue not.)
We finally saw ships’ shields doing some good. Not in the X-Wing fighters, of course. I’ve already made my feelings known about that. But if they work so well on the good guys’ larger ships, why don’t the bad guys invest in a few shields? Well, it would have made the early “bombing run” scenes rather different. (And, by the way, bombs? In space? Where there’s no gravity to drop them? They were clearly falling, not traveling under some kind of on-board engine.)
I could ramble for a while about light speed engines and regular engines apparently using different fuel–which seems possible, but kind of unlikely–but I’ll spare you.
“Hey, there’s a planet right over there where we can hide out.” (Not only do we see it on screen, but it’s apparently close enough that they don’t need to use the light speed engines to get there.) “They’ll never think to look for us there.” Okay…why not? Like I said, it’s right over there.
Final thoughts. There’s a movement afoot to petition Disney to declare Last Jedi non-canon.
No. That’s not how it works.
“Hey, The Two Towers sucks. It’s slow, nothing really happens. I’m going to petition the Tolkien estate to have it removed from the Lord of the Rings canon.
Everyone’s free to dislike a work of art, but the only ones who get to decide whether it’s canon are the creators.
Don’t like Last Jedi because it “destroys your childhood”? Fine. Don’t see it again. Don’t go see the next movie either, because you probably won’t like it either.
Don’t like it because of the way it treats characters from the original trilogy? Tough noogies. Time moves on, people change. And creatively-speaking, you can’t keep telling the same story over and over.
Again, vote with your dollars. If you don’t like what Disney is doing with Star Wars, don’t buy the merchandise, don’t see the movies.
But forget about trying to turn Last Jedi into expensive fan fiction, because that’s not your decision.
And, bottom line, the movie works on its own merits. Despite the nits I’ve picked (and the ones I could have but didn’t), it still holds together as a story. Yes, it left a lot of questions unanswered, but that’s what happens when you create a series: you have to leave something for the sequels.
I’ll let you all in on a writers’ secret: There are no beginnings and ends. Every book, every movie, and every other narrative is the middle of something. As a writer, you get to decide where to start telling the story, but it’s not really the beginning. You also get to decide where to stop, but it’s not really the end.
As middles go, Last Jedi is a pretty decent one.
I thought the whole thing was a rip. I am a sucker for intense yet not overtly sexual attactions between characters as we see in two of the leads, and for gawd’s sake, the original characters are now being played by actors in their 50s and 60s, portraying people who have been living on the lam under immense stress; how would they not change and/or be near the end of their skein? About the bombs, I’m thinking that the size of that dreadnought might gravitationally attract them. Just a thought.
Porgs look to me like Pokemons.
In reverse order:
If it was *that* big, (a) they’d still be building it because there’s no way they could have built two structures that size in the “Force Awakens” timeframe, when they were still finishing up that movie’s Death Star planet, and (b) it wouldn’t be any more mobile than any other planet-sized object.
Exactly! Middle of the story (and really, middle of the middle, since it’s part two of a trilogy) and all. If they weren’t changing and running out of spoons, there wouldn’t be a story there to be told.
And hellz yeah for the writers not equating love with “rip each other’s clothes off”.
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