Star Wars: the Rise of Skywalker Review – The Force Asleeps

If the force awakened us four years ago and reignited our appetite for all things Star Wars, the Rise of Skywalker has done well to put it all back to bed – and all of us asleep. I expressed my disappointment in the Last Jedi two years ago, but looking back at it now, I have to give it credit for taking risks (albeit not committing to any of them). Where the Last Jedi fails, Rise of Skywalker doesn’t even make effort. The entire thing feels perfunctory to the point of checking boxes.

Accordingly, it all feels joyless and eager to speed through to a perfectly satisfactory conclusion (and check that final box). You feel more unburdened than joyful to see it end. The one joy it does relish is providing fan service, which it takes to sycophantic levels. If the Force Awakens was aimed at pleasing fans and the Last Jedi aimed at dunking their heads into a toilet, the Rise of Skywalker is prostrate at their feet asking for forgiveness. It’s so compulsive in that pursuit that it not only trips over itself, but even other films in the series, to deliver it.

Missed the Knights of Ren in the last film? Well, you’re getting a lot of them in this one. Disappointed that Rey’s parents were just “nobodies”? Well, we’ve changing that to “somebodies” again. Disappointed that Chewie never got recognition in A New Hope? Jesus, why are you still thinking about that 42 years later? Well, we’ll toss a medal his way in this one (if not a ceremony). Disappointed that Rose existed in the previous film? Well, we’ll shun her in this one. For all the shit that Kelly Marie Tran got over the last film, having this film turn its back on her character is colder than, well, Walt Disney’s cryogenically frozen corpse. You still like lightsabers, right? Well, we’ll give Rey two of them (in two different ways!) Disappointed by Snoke? Well, we’ll just make him a stand-in for the real bad guy.

Focused on stuffing in all that fan service (including fun cameos!), it never takes a moment to enjoy itself and savor any of it. It’s just rushing to a conclusion rather than taking a beat to develop anything along the way. It’s just tying up loose ends – check, check, check – which makes it feels manufactured for consumption rather than made with any real care.

Of all its misses, the most disappointing one is making the Rise of Skywalker (and perhaps the entire trilogy) primarily a story about an adopted daughter rather than a tale of a prodigal son. The most captivating aspect of the trilogy – the Kylo Ren story line – crescendos on a muted note without real impact. When it comes, it’s ultimately too little, too expected, too late. It’s too everything and too nothing at the same time – a paradox the entire film embodies.

Giving fans everything they wanted, the Rise of Skywalker leaves nothing for itself. It doesn’t take any risks or even get particularly creative. It puts on a banquet for the audience, but leaves it emotionally starved. It’s like having a great big meal, but getting no real satisfaction from it. You just get that weird, dull feeling. And so, if the Last Jedi was a disappointment, this film, simply put, is a bit of a shame.