

The original trilogy’s aesthetic is iconic, its broad character types beloved, and if you change the formula, as Lucas did with his underwritten prequel trilogy, the millions who prop up the brand cry like plucked Porgs. George Lucas’s behemoth is a modern myth built on a certain kind of story – one that marries the operatic with the war movie, the mythic with the mechanical. Isn’t there a whole galaxy to play with? Hundreds of worlds, billions of characters? But beyond its abstract potential, one can see what the malaprop-prone pundit had in mind. The online critic and philosopher, Rich Evans, of Red Letter Media fame, once posited the terrifying idea – more so since the Disney takeover and their open ended commitment to producing new films – that there’s nothing new under the twin suns of the Star Wars universe. Do not read a word of it until you’ve inevitably suckled from the Disney/Lucasfilm teat. Warning: This is an actual review of the movie, not a consumer preview, so contains spoilers.
