The Last Jedi: Not the Sequel You're Looking For
Well, it's been a minute, hasn't it? Since we've I've last blogged a review, the summer has seen it's share of movies both good and others not so much. Many of these flicks left barely an impression and were forgotten almost as soon as my popcorn was gone. Rarely did I anticipate any particular film's release with any sense of anticipation or apprehension, with perhaps the exception of the subject of my next cinematic diatribe: Star Wars: The Last Jedi. Sequels are stubborn things. They can either outshine and compliment the original, or fall disastrously short and leave you pining for the magic of the original title. I've never found a sequel I've been indifferent to and TLJ is no exception. Since it's release, it's been praised or lambasted with equal fervor for reasons both good and, well, not. From the opening scene, evoking a World War II bombing run and more physics-defying action than you could shake a Bantha at, to to the semi-satisf...