Star Wars: The Last Jedi

Star Wars: The Last Jedi is good or even excellent in its constituent elements, very progressive in its concepts and ambitions in the context of the saga, but unbalanced, rushed and half-baked as a whole. If episode five illustrated how jumping between plans should look while building a single overarching atmosphere, it is in this respect that episode eight, which vehemently plunders the fifth instalment in terms of style and motifs, fails the most. And that’s a shame, because its storylines demystifying heroism and the canon of the series itself, with Jedi knights at the fore, have tremendous power. But the film never lets them fully develop, as it has to abruptly return to some other storyline or recall that, as Disney’s cash cow, it has to quickly lighten the atmosphere with a wisecrack. Added to that, there are paradoxically a number of needless underdeveloped elements that detract from the viewer’s immersion in the film and encourage doubt and ridicule, so rather than a coherent work, they make a great breeding ground for parodies and fanfiction (though that can be a means of working with the audience and the brand). While the preceding The Force Awakens was a well-oiled rollercoaster, The Last Jedi is a larger colossus, but it wobbles and rattles that much more and the wheels come off. Paradoxically, the new characters had much more space and more effectively got under the viewers’ skin in the preceding episode, whereas the eighth film, though in many ways fleshing out those characters and letting them go in their own, new direction, ends up putting them in an even greater shadow of the iconic characters of the series. Despite all of the positives and new things found in the eighth episode, nothing remains other than to keep an eye out for the ninth one, where, for example, the series could finally go in an utterly new direction, as the eighth film has already cleared out the motifs and iconic sets of the fifth and sixth episodes combined. (14/12/2017)

I tried it again and the Star Wars curse was not broken and once again I experienced 150 minutes of martyrdom. Jedi, First Order, The Force, Skywalker, Resistance, Obi-Wan, it takes a special dictionary to know and navigate all the terms. I didn't find it funny at all, the action is minimal and very uninteresting, the effects feel like something out of the 90's, the story is uninteresting and the pacing is plodding. Anyway, I suffered through this and I probably won't give the next part a chance. Star Wars is the only major film franchise that has completely passed me by and I still don't understand its interest. 20% (15/03/2018)

Rogue One thrilled me because it took a bold detour, ditched the Force and showed war as something that hurts like hell. The Last Jedi, on the other hand, brings Star Wars back to its roots, to the legacy of the fifth episode. Whether it's the locations (the white planet), the Force is palpable here (unlike the Abrams film), the layout of the Force of Good and the Force of Evil overlap (the main characters doubt themselves and the meaning of the Force) and in general it's an massive improvement over the seventh episode. Whether it's the treatment of the characters (Kylo Ren is finally a charismatic badass and not a teenage brat from Hogwarts who looked like he just had his magic wand stolen as in Abrams’s film), the script, which is convoluted and interesting enough to make you look forward to every scene (I consider Rey's training and her search for herself on the desert island with Luke to be the best thing this franchise has ever offered), and finally, the humor that so graced the old trilogy. That’s how it should be! So to conclude: for me, after The Empire Strikes Back, this is clearly the best entry into the Star Wars universe. (20/12/2017)

Before the barren debate on the "Disney is fucking up Star Wars" begins, hand on heart, Lucas often proved to be a born businessman during key decisions rather than a devoted and immaculate author of space films. I am therefore putting aside cute stuffed animals and galactic races. If anyone blamed Abrams for not having the courage, they could hardly use the same argument against Rian Johnson. He wrote the busiest score in three voices, each arching a slightly different arc. We have the classic space battle, the battle between light and darkness (which rages inside the heroes) and also the side "heist" storyline, which is supposed to add lightness to both dramatic arcs. In the end, most of the problems are with this storyline, because it doesn't work completely as a stimulant (it starts a little hurriedly, the Dubrovnik action evokes the difficult times of Lucas's prequels in certain things, and the whole thing gets going through Benicio Del Toro's excellent entry into the canon). It's not about codes and infiltrations. It is about the Force, the ancestral curse, loneliness and a surprising bond between the sides. The film is driven by Adam Driver, the most complex villain on the scene, whom Johnson has created with love. And, of course, Mark Hamill. Part seven was a solo for Solo, whilst part eight is a tribute to Luke and a daring discussion about the ideas of the Jedi Knights. Compared to Abrams, Rian Johnson has a better gift for iconic moments; he is able to paint canvases that are etched in the retina for SW fans. He also has an extraordinary talent for working with the original SW as a holy scripture, and he adds new and surprising accents to the individual parts. Star Wars: The Last Jedi is a film woven from several average, a number of good and several exceptional scenes and takes full advantage of the previous excavation towards a new generation of heroes and stories. If someone came to me now and told me that I had just seen the best SW from the Empire... I wouldn't argue with him. And waited for the next screenings. There's a lot to discover! P. S. This is also the best biopic of Slavoj Žižek in this and the adjacent galaxies. (13/12/2017)

Johnson delivers on the premise for which he was hired at Disney, bombarding the saga from all sides, letting the rich history and modern hi-tech gadgetry take charge. It establishes its order right from the start in a monstrous action sequence, turning away from Abrams' dissolute geekiness to let the protagonists rather rant for nearly two hours, and tugs the threads of fatality to the edge of tolerability. Then, when the characters are sufficiently in control (Rey is more mysterious and Ben even more emotionally volatile), an action orgy breaks out that still makes it worth going to the movie theater to see big Hollywood blockbusters. This production treatment is far beyond what many other franchises can only dream of. It's no longer the primal feast for the eye that it was last time, but Johnson and Yedlin are more visually modest in order to then plant visual highlights exactly when their story, and especially their characters, demand it. Silent destruction and red salt are the cosmic symphonies of the image last brought to us by Interstellar. The only thing missing to complete perfection is the original 3-hour runtime. I really felt at times that there were a few moments that slipped through my fingers unnecessarily. Regardless, by the time the closing credits rolled I felt real physical exhaustion. An emotional experience like a festival indie soc-drama. PS: In the days ahead, nothing will be more entertaining than reading the words of conservatives over the age of 30 barking about the new generation of heroes and pining for the good old days. (15/12/2017)