The movie truly delivered. We found out the answers to Rey's parentage. We went silent with shock at the ultimate sacrifice of Admiral Holdo, Laura Dern's character. We found comic relief in Rose Tico's love-hate treatment of Finn. Captain Phasma got exactly what was coming to her. Beautifully choreographed fight scenes. Compelling battle strategy. General Leia Organa (God bless Carrie's soul) comes across as the most elegant battle-weary princess you could ever imagine.
I just can't get over one thing. And that's Luke Skywalker's 180 degree turn from positive eager-beaver star pilot to guilt-laden, angst-driven, grumpy old man. It was splendid how he passed on the torch to Rey, projected his essence across the galaxy to confront his dark-side nephew, and managed to do a disappearing act exactly like his mentor Obi Wan Kenobi... but... well...
Now that's not the way I'd like to remember him. True, everything in the about-face was essential for the story line, but still... that's not the way I'd like to remember him.
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