Review: The Rise of Skywalker Doesn't Really Mean Anything

My last blog entry made it pretty clear that I enjoyed The Last Jedi (2017), and it's been 2 years. I'm not arguing the merits of the movie anymore, and every complaint against it I've heard has been under-cooked and mis-interpretive garbage anyway. No, really. Just a fuck-ton of uncharitable takes on the people who made the film, the themes of the film, or nitpicks that amount to poorly-disguised vitriol.* And that's ignoring the blatant racist and sexist takes! So, we don't have time to address those again. Besides, there's an actual elephant in the room now...

Alright...let's address the one thing that shouldn't be a spoiler to everyone who's seen the trailer(s): Emperor Palpatine, the shadowy principle antagonist of the last 2 trilogies, is back. And that sucks.

Social Distortion

I have a problem with...well, a LOT of things if I'm being completely honest. It's hard not to find fault in the things around us seeing as we live in a considerably imperfect world. But this isn't gonna be a full article from me sounding off about those shorts you're wearing.

FFS, it's a DENIM DIAPER!!!

My gripe is with perceptions. As statements made on the outset of a larger comment go, I know that's pretty damn vague. I am fully aware that I have to explain, so don't worry. I'm definitely going to. First, I'll start with the "thesis," if you can even call it that.

Myths can be among the worst things to happen to culture and society at large.