Had to laugh at this little blurb/review as I was looking at lists of the best movies of the decade:
Shut up, internet. Just shut it. Your poseury is showing. If you hated this movie, if you rage all over the forums in despair over this “betrayal,” you’re a faker. You’re not a real fan. Simple. Oh, you might think you are. You grew up with these movies. You know the name of every Jedi on the Council, even that fish-faced one. But you missed it. The whole point. The spirit of the enterprise. Like Empire before it, Last Jedi did what every worthy midpoint in a trilogy is supposed to do: blow #### up. Lop off some body parts. Take chances on a side quest that’s maybe more narrative convenience than coherent thematic enrichment—but who cares! Otherworldly casinos and stampeding space horses! Also, that silent scene where Laura Dern does the suicidal slice took guts none of you haters have. So don’t take out your personal unhappiness and shrinking self-worth on Rian Johnson’s awesome, expansive contribution to the franchise—the best, indeed, since Empire. Get offline. Take a walk. Maybe go as far as an unlocatable island in the middle of the ocean, where you can meditate on your failures, Luke-like, for the rest of time