Kudos to J.J. Abrams for doing something extraordinary: he has made me not care about Star Wars for the first time ever. I’m kind of relieved that it’s over, because it has stopped being fun.
Many good thoughts here — ones I agree with — in a New York Times essay by Tim Kreider…
I correctly guessed 9 out of the 24 categories, which is appalling. I shall be in my corner reprimanding myself.
Has a verve rare in big-budget movies at the moment. Fun and fresh and legitimately engages with its source material on the levels of story, visuals, and mythology all at once. It feels like discovering storytelling anew.
I love this.
Whatever they shot… that footage exists somewhere.
…maybe one directed by a woman who understands why we love this scoundrel.
I haven’t read these since I was a kid, but back in the day, they did fulfill my tween hankering for more Han Solo.
A Star Wars–flavored juice drink* of a movie (*contains 10% real juice) that tells us nothing of significance we didn’t already know about Han Solo, in an incarnation that lacks his essential charisma and precarious danger.