The release of Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker is just days away. Perched at the culmination of a decades-long saga, it’s logical to expect fans are going to have feelings. Excitement. Apprehension. Mild nausea from too much popcorn. All are valid.
One emotion we all could probably live without? Rage.
Guys. Listen to me. Whatever happens, let’s be cool about this, OK?
I get it. You’re super invested in this whole franchise. The prequels didn’t go so well.was, well, a new hope of getting good Star Wars movies again. Now finally after four years, fans get to see how this entire storyline plays out. Will Rey’s parents be revealed? Is Kylo Ren redeemable? Will I drown in a puddle of my own tears upon seeing Carrie Fisher? Like I said — feelings.
Here’s the problem: Fan response to 2017’s The Last Jedi was kind of a shitshow, and it didn’t have to be. That’s why I’m bracing for impact this week but also imploring anyone who’s apt to lose their mind if The Rise of Skywalker doesn’t meet some specific set of expectations to just exercise some restraint.