As the year draws to a close, I like to look back and consider what I’ve done, and why I do it.
For most, writing begins with inspiration. Something ignites our imagination, and we’re off, jotting down our ideas like a lovestruck youth. There’s no room for doubt, only the wonderful song that fills our thoughts, and the effortless flow of words as we race to keep up. Eventually the song fades, but the memory lingers. For some that’s enough. They may dabble in writing from time to time, but if inspiration doesn’t find them then they’re content to wait, and focus on other things.
Well, I’ve seen the latest Star Wars movie, and I am sorry to say I am disappointed.
Too much of the story feels like disguised fragments of the original trilogy. Too often it feels like characters needlessly draw out their actions solely for the sake of prolonged tension. Granted, I liked Rey’s journey, and I liked Kylo Ren’s inner conflict, but too much felt like a heavy handed callback to famous scenes from the original three.
For more specific remarks, keep reading. Warning, this may get a little ranty from time to time. Also, apologies if some topics end up out of order.