Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

In December 2019, I watched Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, the last installment of the Skywalker saga, at Movix Kameari. I had been worried about whether the movie would succeed because Han Solo had died, Luke Skywalker had burned out, and Carry Fisher playing Leia Organa had passed away suddenly after Episode VIII. I, however, had worried about nothing. Daisy Ridley gave a charming and enthusiastic performance as Rey, the brave heroin, which was admirable and deserved the finale of it. 

All the same, I regret that Carry Fisher died before the film because it would have become the tale of Leia Organa if she had not expired and because she used to look good yet kind of grumpy in the original trilogy but she looked grace and dignified in Episode VII and VIII. 

Oscar Isaac and Adam Driver were not bad but could not compare with Mark Hamill and Harrison Ford. I might be preferential to Luke Skywalker and Han solo because I am an old fan. 

I also was sorry that the Force was too excessive. That sometimes made me smile a little wryly. Viewers who seriously watched it might have been angry and fed up.