This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Austin’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
Legends are born by purifying imperfection; myths, just grand illusions fabricated through time. At this point and above all else, this sequel trilogy seems to *be about* the faultiness in romanticization, about how so often, deities are undeserving of worship, and that reality is a cracked container full of the mistakes of heroes.
Conflict and tragedy are cyclical, the generations rhyme. But if the future is to ever actually shine with a graspable hope, the past needs to become a memory, not a repeating present. Fans need to let go of their odd obsessions and welcome new beginnings. Star Wars is no longer a saga of blood-borne greatness, but one where hope emerges from the discarded and broken.
I thought I was ready to write something substantial, but I need at least one more viewing. I do know that the second time around, I was an emotional mess. With the totality of context, the images are even more mythic, even more tender and soul-scraping.
I feel humbled by this movie.