Just saw the new Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, and I don’t see what people are so upset about. It’s a perfectly entertaining, inoffensive space opera with all the right ingredients.
It has breathtaking special effects, non-stop thrills, chills and excitement, adorable little ready-to-buy robots, insanely over the top cackling villains, and a hardy band of intrepid young heroes fighting together to save the Galaxy.
There is also, of course, a crazily dysfunctional love story right gob smack in the middle of it all, as in your face as a giant alien squid dropped from the sky onto New York City. What more could a moviegoer want?
In short, Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker is totally a popcorn movie, but if somebody really forced me to analyze it for deeper meaning, I would start with Rey as Dorothy. From there it’s pretty obvious who is the Lion and who is the Tin Man.
It took me a little longer to figure out who the Scarecrow is, but I finally realized it’s Kilo Ren. Dorothy liked all her friends, but she and the Scarecrow always had a very special relationship.
I am definitely going to see it again.