I just don’t know.
When The Force Awakens came out I felt the same way I felt about the Star Trek reboot — I felt like the director was openly mocking the franchise and the fans.
Rogue One felt like CPR and I was thankful for that.
But, I still haven’t recovered.
Now The Last Jedi must try to arrange the wreckage thrown down on us by J. J. Abrams, a man who clearly has no clue what those franchises he raids actually mean. He’s a franchise-stalker, the film equivalent to an ambulance chaser, a gimmicky marketer who hones in on the stench of franchise fatigue then crushes off-core, low-grade media together under a famous brand he doesn’t even understand. Film after film, he weakens every franchise he breaks into.
He’s another Snyder, another Singer, another Bay.
God, what I wouldn’t give for some old fashioned storytellers in the 21st century.
Hollywood: you have one job.