I did not like The Rise Of Skywalker.
It's overlong, it meanders, it plays up all the worst aspects of the sequel trilogy and honestly, the final act was so uninteresting that I think the already-dry paint on my wall made for better entertainment.
But as a film I can't seem to bring myself to muster the vitriol towards this film as many others have.
In a word? It was fine, I guess? Alright if you've got nothing else to do for three hours and you're in the mood for a Star Wars film you've never seen but it's also nothing worthy of note.
Rise Of Skywalker left me wanting. Wanting more of these characters, wanting a better ending, wanting the film that I can see is in there but is just covered in so much unnecessary weight. How do you even communicate the feeling of wanting the thing you watched to be better?
There were these little golden moments that peered through the cracks at me, begging to be free of the cage that was the script. Moments that belonged in a better film. Moments that wished they could sit in the halls of great cinema, moments that will ultimately be doomed to obscurity.
This is a film that came out as less than the sum of its parts.
Hopefully we can take a break from Star Wars for a couple years and bring it back when we have a better idea of what we want to do with it.
At least we'll always have Clone Wars 2003.
All else I can say is rest in piece, Carrie. We'll miss you.
