The first act was a distressingly convoluted, high-speed multi-vehicle car-wreck. I honestly thought I might have to exit the cinema as I couldn't follow what was going on, and it was all happening so quickly that it bordered on an unbearable assault of the cerebral cortex. (I think JJ was busy trying to grab all the threads left flying in the wind by the previous 2 films, and weave something meaningful out of them. He didn't manage to knit together anything more than a face-full of sticky and annoying spiders' webs). Then things got better. Slowly. The second act calmed the pace down, developed something resembling a coherent plot, and was predominantly marred by poorly written dialogue and slabs of wooden acting. Oh, and some cheap narrative slight of hands that serve to distance the audience from the story through short-changing them on authenticity.
Then, amazingly, the third act was reminiscent Star Wars at its best. The characters developed depth, the narrative became emotionally engaging, and the audience was invested into what was happening on the screen. Focus was regained, and the film managed to approach redemption.
Three films in one - and only one worthy of the Star Wars name. At least that one ended the saga.
Then, amazingly, the third act was reminiscent Star Wars at its best. The characters developed depth, the narrative became emotionally engaging, and the audience was invested into what was happening on the screen. Focus was regained, and the film managed to approach redemption.
Three films in one - and only one worthy of the Star Wars name. At least that one ended the saga.