Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers.

there’s a brief shot in the finale here of a star destroyer falling out of the sky and collapsing onto what appears to be jakku, right next to the dilapidated star destroyer that opens The Force Awakens. in the context of this film it is a moment of victory, of celebration; the music swells at this image as it is smashed between other images of friends smiling and hugging each other. our heroes have saved the day and everything is going to be okay. in The Force Awakens that star destroyer (lying in the dirt, being scraped for parts by rey, literally picking up the pieces and living in the rubble of the OT) was a symbol of inheriting generational scars—a confrontation of the traumas, responsibilities and incomplete structures the war heroes of the original trilogy forgot to clean up during all their celebrating. The Last Jedi picked up on this idea and ran with it, wrestled with the frustrations and failures of our idols and the kids forced to reckon with them. dealing with that pain, searching for answers in reflections and echoes of Star Wars iconography for a means forward. it asked complicated questions about the history of this universe, what wreckage and feelings our actions leave behind. watching these heroes celebrate, leaving that same wreckage they spent two movies dealing with the consequences of behind with zero idea on display that they or the filmmakers knew they were doing so was really sad to watch. glad i never have to think about this franchise again

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