JJ Abrams, I want my money back

Rating: 2/10 (21 December 2015)

One critic said the new Star Wars movie didn't have an original idea, not a single one. That was an understatement. Like that other overstuffed CGI Christmas pudding Avatar there isn't an original idea, image, bit of dialogue or anything else. Abrams and Michael Bay and Cameron and their ilk are mere studio contractors, pounding together obscenely unimaginative structures from the basest blueprints before blowing them up in a fireball of hype and noise. No art, just empty fury, signifying only box office.
The entire movie is cobbled together from other movies, hundreds of actors and technicians repainting the same concrete wall over and over again. JJ Abrams, you owe me the price of admission for this sorry slab of overdone cinema, just like you do for ruining Star Trek features for me. At least I have ST:TOS and its often brilliant SF scenarios and supreme space adventure. Star Wars was never more than space fantasy, but at least it had heart. This latest cookie cutter creation from the Dizzee assembly line lacks even half a spleen.
Only Comic Con fan boys will pay to see this puerile spectacle again. I can't imagine anyone with an ounce of maturity or a small dose of respect for cinema history wanting to be bludgeoned again for two hours to get to one single shot. Pathetic, mind-numbing pabulum for the lowest common denominator. And Abrams and Dizzee are happy to play to them, in grossly out of tune measures, blasting the senses with artificial scenes of pseudo-operatic bluster, behind which lurks only the empty vacuum of space.
Oh yeah, the acting is generally bad. As in, the director can't direct actors bad. Daisy Ridley does her best, and I wish her well in other adult endeavors, but when your main "villain" is a fey crybaby in a Star Wars Halloween costume, you know the movie is in trouble.
Shame on these people for ruining my nostalgia, the memory of a small movie from a bygone era long ago. JJ Abrams, I want my money back.