I cried at the the end of this sorry excuse for a movie...

Rating: 1/10 (8 April 2018)

Let me start by saying I'm not all that into the Star Wars universe. However, I absolutely adore the original trilogy. Not for its space battles. Not for its sword fights. But for its wonderfully painted intra- and interpersonal stories...
...the story about a brother who came from nothing, and through hard work and sacrifice rose to become a hero...
..the story about a sister who lost everything, and through hope and community reclaimed her rule...
...and the story about a father who lost his soul to a greater darkness, and though repentance rekindled the light in his heart at his dying breath.
These are stories akin to the great mythoses of the ancient world. Stories that, even though the story in itself might age, the message never grows old.
And then there is Star Wars: The Last Jedi. In this new 'Star Wars' universe obviously any random teenager off the street with access to Google can be a hero (read: jedi). No need for knowledge (read: Luke) before wisdom. No need for practice before mastery. No need for sacrifice before greatness.
It also seems that a great deal of misguided contemporary gender and racial politics has been added to the mix, a surefire way to prevent any story in becoming a timeless classic. And don't even get me started on the overarching story and its sub-plots.
However, all of this is OK in my book. If you wanna make forgettable experiences, Hollywood, then make forgettable experiences.
But why, oh why, do you feel the need to take a dump on my childhood heroes in the process?
You turned Mad Max into a wining bag of blood plasma. You turned the Ghost Busters into gender benders. And now you've turned Luke Skywalker into a piece of throwaway paper tissue.
Oh well, in the end it's just a movie... deleted from both my iTunes movie library... and from my brain... forever...