Looking backwards has always been J.J. Abrams’ thing. His
movies have all been nostalgic in nature and he’s very good at replicating and
catering to that nostalgia. Even the one original film he’s made, Super 8, is an 80s throwback consciously
trying to evoke the same source material that Stranger Things did better a few years later. But he’s not a good long-form
storyteller and perhaps he knows this, one of the reasons he’s rarely stayed
with the projects he’s started, either on film or T.V. When he was brought back
to Star Wars for Episode IX after
starting the sequels out on an aggressively familiar yet promising new chapter
with The Force Awakens, he was faced
with the prospect of having to resolve a story, a challenge made all the
greater by Disney’s strict release schedule giving him less than two years
production time. The original script by Colin Trevorrow (the films’ original
director) and Derek Connolly was completely scrapped in favour of one by Abrams
and Chris Terrio, infamously the screenwriter behind Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice. And as usual, Abrams decided
to rely on nostalgia.
This may give some context as to why The Rise of Skywalker is such a fanservice-heavy, unambitious, and
uninteresting mess of movie. But there’s also the elephant in the room of its
predecessor, widely regarded by critics as the best entry in the franchise
since the classic Empire Strikes Back,
but extremely divisive among fans –indeed the vitriol to the reaction to The Last Jedi, which has resulted in
harassment campaigns against director Rian Johnson and one of the stars of the
film, Kelly Marie Tran, has made the Star
Wars fan community synonymous with entitled toxicity. And the biggest
mistake Abrams made with regards to this film is his belief he has to cater to
that community.
The first sign of this in both the teasers and the movie
itself is the bizarre return of fan favourite villain, Emperor Palpatine (Ian
McDiarmid). His presence in the film invites all manner of convoluted plotting
to justify his return within the already fuzzy (to say the least) power
dynamics of this universe. And the film only gets more needlessly inexplicable
from there as it charts the heroes’ attempts to find and defeat him. There are
detours and close calls, a plot device embarrassingly dubbed a “wayfinder”,
action scenes, and confrontations between the series’ two central characters:
scavenger turned aspiring Jedi Rey (Daisy Ridley) and morally conflicted First
Order Supreme Leader Kylo Ren (Adam Driver). In this the pacing is so
inconsistent you wonder if the filmmakers even know where they’re going,
planet-hopping with a rapidity even the prequels never got to. There are baseless
twists thrown in every now and again and a shocking amount of fake-out deaths
that result in the movie having no real stakes to speak of by the second act,
yet it finds time wherever it can to erase the story and character progress of
the last movie.
The most damaging example of this is the question of Rey’s
parentage, brought up as one of Abrams’ clichĂ© “mystery boxes” in The Force Awakens, but subverted by
Johnson in The Last Jedi as a means
of conveying the theme that great power, and ergo worth, can come from
anywhere, even nothing. The idea that through perseverance and
self-sufficiency, Rey could be a Jedi without having to be a part of some great
lineage is such an important and powerful message to send, especially to the
children in the audience. And to say that Abrams’ creative choice here is an
insult to that vital sentiment would be an understatement; it’s nothing short
of malicious and spiteful, neutered for no other reason than a cheap twist he
thinks is clever, but that is probably the worst in the series –I couldn’t help
laughing out loud at its reveal.
There are other things the film does to diminish The Last Jedi. After his major personal
growth in his relationship to authority, Poe Dameron (Oscar Isaac) is back to
being reckless and foolhardy with others’ lives. Rose Tico (Tran) is downgraded
to a minor character after having been such a significant and metaphorically
vital component of the last films’ story. And there’s just an overarching
attitude that the last film is being consciously ignored, in addition to a
handful of mean-spirited jokes at its expense. The only thing that remains
halfway consistent is Kylo’s character arc, despite the fact he dons his mask
again after destroying it -the seeming inability for Abrams to understand the
symbolism of that act makes me wonder if he actually understands Star Wars at all.
Kylo’s ultimate story works well enough on paper and even
seems like a decent direction for the character, it’s just executed with
hastiness and an awful degree of sloppiness. Curiously, he doesn’t seem as
essential as before, having been replaced by Palpatine as the story’s primary
antagonist. And that’s a big pattern of the film: conceding to the old –another
thing that’s a direct contrast to the “moving on from the past” theme of The Last Jedi. Leia appears in this
movie, three years after Carrie Fisher’s passing, through deleted scenes and
B-roll of The Force Awakens, and
every scene she’s in is clearly written to accommodate her previously recorded
dialogue rather than the other way around. The shots are also very awkwardly
composed so that she never quite gels with the immediacy of the scene, feeling
often like a walking corpse. Two major moments in the climax are dependent on
the influence of characters from previous films, even the prequels. And though
it’s great to see Billy Dee Williams back as Lando Calrissian, his role in the
story has no purpose outside of familiarity. It’s not just the legacy
characters that reinforce this reliance on an old vs. new theme though. Rey,
Finn (John Boyega), and Poe anchor the adventure as a trio, which they had
never really been before (Rey only met Poe at the end of The Last Jedi) in a lazy attempt to evoke the relationship of Luke,
Han, and Leia. As such, Finn and Poe don’t have their own story arcs anymore,
existing mainly as supporting characters for Rey, rather than having any
compelling dimension in their own right. But this clumsily manufactured bond
between them services Abrams for the story he wants to tell, or rather
regurgitate, pulling from Return of the
Jedi in the last act with the frequency he pulled from Star Wars for The Force
Awakens, but with less originality and novelty.
It should be acknowledged however that in isolation, bits and
pieces of The Rise of Skywalker work
great. There’s a chase scene on a planet called Pasaana that’s quite a bit of
fun, and a world called Kijimi with a really neat aesthetic. Much like the
prequels, the world expansion is often more fascinating than the story at hand.
Though the movie is sorely missing Steve Yedlins’ breathtaking cinematography, it
does have a few great visuals and visual effects -some that have a surprisingly
distinct horror bent to them. Humour was one of Abrams’ strong suits in his
last Star Wars movie, and here too it’s
often integrated well. And none of the performances are lacking, everyone
trying their damnedest with such a weak and far too expository script. I
applaud Daisy Ridley and Adam Driver especially.
The main thing to take away from The Rise of Skywalker though is that Abrams took no risks. This is
the safest Star Wars movie I’ve seen
in a good long while, and the most meaningless. It’s a movie that isn’t really
about anything at the end of the day, offering little in the way of significant
commentary and metaphor (the First Order is even stripped of its overt
contemporary fascist overtones), and refuses to challenge its audience even a
little. I expect Abrams feared the wrath of the fans, but as I’ve already written, appeasing them is not a good idea. Instead, he left considerable doubt
as to his capabilities to finish a story, as much as Disney is to blame for the
rushed development; and the sequel trilogy itself as a bizarre abomination, the
least organic and most disparate Star
Wars trilogy by far.
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