Ben Umstead’s review published on Letterboxd:
It's pretty amusing when one is reminded that Star Wars is perhaps the most extravagant, excessive allegory for cycles of abuse and familial strife ever to be committed to the silver screen. I mean after all, this is a space opera.
What this entry isn't, unfortunately, is a human film. There's something to be said when one of the most moving, connected moments comes in the first ten minutes and with a character we've never seen before nor will again.
As a whole, this is a narratively and emotionally inert if technically well executed simulacrum of the other films; Star Wars is truly a Disney brand now, haphazardly imitating, defying and ultimately discarding human feeling, the morality and symbolism of the series (and possible deepening/maturing of), and especially logical, satisfying story conclusions (that would in turn serve that maturing) in service of the infernal capitalist machine.
Indeed, why did the end scene with the child feel more like an advertisement than an inspirational myth for actual change? Hmmm
We are the Empire. This is propaganda via distraction.