Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Star Wars: The Last Jedi ★★★★½

I love the Last Jedi, and the more I think about it the higher it goes up in my esteem. But, then I look at the confounding reaction that it’s getting from a certain loud fanbase, and I cannot for the life of me understand it. The Last Jedi was a Star Wars film that really meant something, and has a beautiful message. It’s a film that tries to get several ideas across, and I think it does it wonderfully. Stories are important, and are for everyone. The power of myth. The idea that if you’re slavishly devoted to recreating the past you’re doomed to repeat it. The troublesome effect of machismo. The Last Jedi takes all of these ideas and puts them in a wonderfully fun adventure. It’s a film whose narrative shows us that the paths that these characters have been on for seven films will inevitably lead to ruin, unless they change how they think. And that thread becomes a meta contextual one, reminding us that this series needs to change and adapt or else it’s just going to be stuck in a rut, travelling over the same well-tread ground over and over. Star Wars needs to evolve. It’s not just some weird artifact that needs to be controlled and belonged to some weird nerdy cult, it’s for everyone now, and it needs to become something different. I suppose I can see why that’s upsetting so many people who don’t want change, and who want the past to remain the past, but this is a film that shows that it could be so much more if we let it change, and change along with it.