When I woke up this morning we watched he end of Star Wars, Episode Nine, The Rise of Skywalker. I have posted about this earlier in the year, but now I feel free to discuss the film more.
It was well directed with better acting than the prequels and tugs on the heart strings well. But while it appeals to the boy inside me who sided with the rebels/terrorist scum, it has made lots of errors. Examples of this are how Finn and Jannah are rescued from a falling Star Destroyer, or how only a few knew the way to the planet of Exegol, but there were loads of people there already. In fact, there are so many errors and issues, it amazes me that people focused on the lesbian kiss instead! But, despite the many issues, it is still a good film. Not up to the standards of the original three, or even Solo and Rogue One. But it is probably my sixth favourite Star Wars film. Considering there are eleven, that is not saying much, but seeing Wedge Antilles in the final battle made the child in me sing for joy.
We did get to see my mother. My wife had to stay in the car as it was full of our luggage and it was great to briefly see my youngest brother. The visit was much briefer than I would have liked but my son claimed that his sister was mean to him 75%. While he later said it was only 50% of the time, my Mum made things worse when she asked my daughter to be nicer to him. Worse, I had asked her to get him to justify the maths behind his statement, but she decided to ignore me and upset my daughter so we left early.
We have eaten, been watered and I watched THAT interview with my father-in-law.
So, to bed soon for our journey tomorrow...
