An unmitigated disaster of a film, possibly the worst in the entire series and yes, that includes the prequels. Some of the worst filmmaking I’ve ever seen, dreadful in almost every single way imaginable. After two viewings, and probably a third to come (oh, the joy of family obligations) it just keeps getting worse somehow. Summary: It’s some unspecified time after the events of The Last Jedi . The Emperor returns! McGuffins abound! A dizzying series of cuts and edits ensues. For all it’s many faults, The Last Jedi was at least a well-made film (design, cinematography, editing, etc.). TRoS establishes that Rian Johnson is a vastly superior filmmaker when compared to JJ Abrams, who is less a hack than a hack-and-slasher. The opening act of TRoS is terrible, a bewildering series of cuts that leaves you numb. There’s hardly a moment when a shot remains on screen long enough to establish what you’re looking at before you’re yanked away to something else. It’s almost as though Abram
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