movie review - Star Wars: Episode VIII
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
"Uncle Jon" and The Boy and I went downtown to see this. I think at this point I'm finished with Star Wars movies. The central story line is going toward something very stupid at this point, having killed the Big Bad in the middle of the trilogy. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I know it's going to be a travesty. They don't really need a ninth movie at this point. I don't know what happened to simple story-telling, but it's disappearing from Hollywood that's for sure. I mean do these people not read TVtropes.com?
The only part I enjoyed was the frankly unnecessary bit where two of the characters leave to go free some race animals from the clutches of a casino inhabited by arms dealers. The main plot of this movie made no goddamn sense in total, and many of the scenes made no sense in of themselves.
At this point the Star Wars movies are 2-4-2 with the ties being the flimsy "Return of the Jedi" and "Episode VII", whatever it was called. They've lost the season, time to fire the coaching staff and maybe sell the team to some minor league city. You know what, that sports metaphor got away from me.
But not as badly as this movie got away from its writers. Not recommended.