A critical success, Star Wars: The Last Jedi is the story of two star-crossed Jedi warriors finding their place in a galaxy far, far away. And whether or not you agree with the politics of the film, you have to admit: it’s a real banger. Today seems like as good a time as any to offer up my review of this critical darling.
Minor spoilers ahead.
The Last Jedi finds our hero, Rey, meeting with famed actor Luke Skywalker. The Jedi knight has exiled himself to a lonely island on the edge of the galaxy. Much like myself, he has plenty of free time on his hands (leading to a great punchline in the movie) and spends his days filled with regret for his actions. If you’re twisting my arm about it, I’d say this framing of a fan-favorite character is sure to push some buttons with die-hard fans. However, it shouldn’t matter much to Die Hard fans.
No Star Wars installment would be complete without Chewbacca, who once again roars onto screen in a frightening, yet affable way. In a totally relatable scene, Chewbacca pilots the Millenium Falcon alone, accompanied only by small creatures with surely limited communication skills. It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway since I’m here, but we all hope to see Chewbacca in the third movie of this trilogy.
Episode VIII also brings us up to speed on some new characters introduced in the previous film. Poe, the hotshot pilot, is hotter than ever. Captain Fantasma, the silver stormtrooper who didn’t have a purpose in the last movie, isn’t actually dead and sort of has a purpose now and also might not be dead again. Finn, disappointingly, wakes up from his deep sleep and the self-sustaining hospital pod that could have kept him in the dark about the complete mess his world has become.
As far as the set design goes, I’ll say this: wow. Not that it matters a whole lot, but wow. From vibrant reds to stark whites, writer and director Rian Johnson has created a truly operatic space film. In one stunning scene, a spaceship is completely cleaved in half, a sensation I am all too familiar with.
Like my life, this movie is not without its missteps and slow spots. Two characters go for a wild romp on a half-baked casino planet, which gets a little heavy-handed on the imagery and a little light on the originality. And in one scene, General Leia survives in deep space using the Force. I can suspend my disbelief (and my career), but some things are just too weird to be true.
The movie ends with Luke sitting on a rock. Likewise, in other parts of the movie, several characters are seen on, around, or even under rocks. Johnson uses rocks as a metaphor for the Force, in the same way I use them as a metaphor for how I feel right now.
Considering everything going on right now, I give Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi five out of five stars. All in all, a good effort by everybody.