I waited a couple weeks for the crowds to melt away before seeing "The Last Jedi."
Since then, I've been trying to form an opinion other than "hated it."
I'm not finding one.
Sure, there are the writer/director's allusions to multiple old movies; I actually spotted three (don't know much about Kurosawa; Japanese movies didn't play Reno when I was young). Apparently, Johnson specializes in allusions. Since I've never heard of him before, I can't be sure.
Sure, there's the light-dark dichotomy.
Sure, there are the porgs, the vulptex, and the fathiers.
Sure, there's the avoiding "Star Wars" snares.
Sure, there's Luke returning to his whiny beginning.
I wish I could remember other characters' names, beyond Rey and Finn. And Leia, of course.
If the Force is with them, the creators of the next installment will recast Leia instead of dumping her. Fans are smart enough to catch on. I hope.
The day's best part? The butter-colored slime on my popcorn didn't climb back up my throat later in the evening.
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