I don’t know what happened. In a span of twenty-four hours, I watched this movie four times. Twice with my sister, twice with my sister and my dad. The first two times, I liked the first three-fourths of the film but wasn’t a fan of the final forty minutes. The second two times, I was an emotional wreck. It was as if a switch had been turned on in my brain and suddenly…I understood what the heck was going on. I could appreciate it, there are still choices I’m not fond of, but overall, heck yeah that’s a Star Wars movie I can kind of feel proud of.
So yeah, after months of complaining and tearing The Rise of Skywalker limb from limb I’m confessing my love for the film. It actually made me happy last night, I actually cried genuine tears, and I freaking got it. No, it isn’t perfect, but Abrams did what he could with a story that had to end. A story that he had a limited time in writing and what we were given was pretty darn good.
But, the only way for this to feel whole, is if Daisy Ridley, John Boyega, and whoever else are willing to come back and finish this story. Rey’s story has just begun. A new era in the story of the Jedi is beginning and I want to see Rey’s journey continue. Please Disney, please give us more to this incredible story that needs to be fulfilled.
And it doesn’t have to be soon. It can be ten years from now…but we need this story to be continued because honestly, it feels very incomplete. Rey is now Rey Skywalker and has a yellow lightsaber. Finn has the Force. The writing is on the wall people. Disney, let’s do this!
I thank you for reading my confession and I hope you have a marvelous day. May the Force be with you.