If Endgame is a fine paella, this is a mediocre rice porridge

Rating: 5/10 (21 December 2019)

If Endgame is a fine paella, with all fascinating ingredients cooked to storytelling perfection, delicately mixed into one grand, emotional one-last-ride narrative, and even decorated with some absolutely mesmerizing moments that would let all of us beg for more...
Then this, the Rise of Skywalker, is a (very) mediocre rice porridge, where all the ingredients are incomplete and half-cooked. The entire story telling is muddied up in the endless nostalgic showing-off and ended up disconnected and incoherent. Watching this film reminds me of an over-zealous novice chef serving a set menu that he was deeply proud of: he would always send an too ambitious dish out and stand right next to me; before I could finish one plate, he would toss me another dish and rush me to go through the entire night, even, at the end of the night, blindly adding some unpleasant and unbalanced extra spices that he considered as surprises.
"No, chef, they really weren't pleasant surprises." Same words to J. J. Abrams.
I did cry. I cried hard. But I cried for my memories of Star Wars as an important part of my life now officially ended, not for this film itself.
This film also proved to us as another example, following GoT, how unimaginably difficult to craft an end chapter for a massive storytelling universe and franchise.