Tuesday 4 February 2020

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (J.J. Abrams, 2019)

The King is dead, long live the King. The saga may come to an end, but its lucrative offshoots will continue. These have been a mixed bag, but at least Rogue One gave us something new by judiciously choosing to go with heroes who were all disposable and so liable to be in real peril.
None of that here. The final instalment follows the pattern taken by its two predecessors, namely that it crams in as many elements of the original trilogy as possible. This includes the improbable return from the dead of The Emperor, the saga's villain-in-chief, which is a lazy idea and duly leads to a finale straight out of Return of the Jedi. In the meanwhile, there is a massive new fleet of Star Destroyers which look suitably menacing but sit there doing nothing so that the outnumbered goodies can locate a McGuffin to get rid of them all, several protracted lightsabre fights and much agonising by Rey and Kylo as to their purpose. It looks spectacular, of course, but it's a hollow exercise in attemting to placate fans and somehow tie things up. Oh, and of course Tatooine and Endor feature again too, which may be generously taken as dramatic closure but also feels as if a galaxy of millions of worlds has run out of ideas for new settings. More risks could and should have been taken.

5/10

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