In some respects, reviewing this film seems like a waste of time because the whole franchise is Marmite. (For my non-UK readers, Marmite is a strong, yeast based spread which “You either love it or hate it” and nothing will change your views).
I freely admit to being a hard-core fan since I was in New York when the first film opened and saw it on Times Square just a week after it opened in 1977.
After seeing this tale from the series, I was left feeling conflicted. There is something missing from the spirit of the film, which I think I have identified.
What is present is an atmosphere of foreboding. Part of this is the realisation that Carrie Fisher will not be in any further films, but also that the story is losing itself in a circle of plot clichés.
So what is missing? Joy.
The simple, innocent joy, that in the eternal fight of good vs evil, knowing that good will always be triumphant.
Also, the pure joy of love and laughter.
Sadly my inner 14yr old child was not excited by this film, but my adult self was. Tor this reason I give it 4 out of five stars.