REVIEW: STAR WARS | RISE OF SKYWALKER | (2019)
Oh dear. The Rise of Skywalker is a film so fundamentally flawed and soulless that no review could truly do it justice. It is without doubt the worst Star Wars movie of all time, making even the universally loathed prequel trilogy look half decent. Say what you like about The Last Jedi, but at least Rian Johnson's narrative was original and provided the Skywalker saga with some direction. J.J. Abrams, on the other hand, merely indulges his number one vice and relentlessly fan services in the worst kind of way.
There is so much nostalgia shoe-horned into this film that you would be forgiven for thinking you are watching a living, breathing museum. As for the actual story, it is so preposterous that I laughed out loud on more than one occasion. Perhaps I care too much, but there are so many frivolous twists that you would think Abrams and Chris Terrio cobbled it together on their lunch break.
To recount their many sins would take time that I just can't afford to spare this horrible turd of a movie. What a crushingly disappointing end to one of the greatest cinema franchises of all time.