The more Star Wars stuff I’ve been consuming these past few weeks, the more I’ve found the Rise of Skywalker has left a sour taste in my mouth. It’s less that I’m angry with the movie itself, more that I’m just severely disappointed with how Disney dropped the ball and bundled the whole thing as a response to the utterly undeserved backlash to The Last Jedi.
I have a suspicion that there might be something wrong with my brain. Because when it comes to the Star Wars franchise, I find myself unable to dislike anything with that great black and yellow logo brandished over it. As a consequence, I’m unable to participate in this great fan experience that is dog piling onto the latest movie and getting super angry about Rise of Skywalker.
Wait, no. That’s not what I want…
Recently I went back an watched Rogue One, the first of the Star Wars Stories movies. And after much thought and soul searching, I think it might be my favourite of the modern Star Wars movies. It feels like the one movie of the franchise that understands why the series was fleshed out as much as it was in what was once known as the expanded universe.
In my mind there are two kinds of “hardcore” Star Wars fan. There are the people like me who have spent the last few decades of their lives buying terribly written novels, collecting comic books and playing all of the games, simply enjoying spending time in the world and getting an increasingly complex sense of this fascinating setting.