I finally saw the Last Jedi last night. I’m still kind of digesting it, but overall, I liked it. I really enjoyed the Force Awakens, even though it was derivative, and absolutely hated Rogue One, and I think the Last Jedi falls somewhere in between.
My biggest problem with all these new movies is that as someone who’s read a lot of the old Expanded Universe novels and comics, the whole time I’m watching these new movies, I’m mentally comparing these characters to the ones I’ve grown to love, which don’t exist anymore.
The Rebellion became the New Republic. Luke Skywalker never ran off, but trained a generation of young Jedi Knights and founded a new Jedi Order. With his wife, a woman once sworn to kill him, he had a son named Ben - not Han and Leia. Leia herself became a Jedi and her children with Han were the twins Jacen and Jaina, and a young boy named Anakin, saddled with a great and terrible name, who died saving the galaxy from an alien menace.
Brave X-wing pilots - not unlike Poe Dameron, but with lesser names, who never got the spotlight on film but shined on the page - liberated Coruscant, won the Bacta War, and defeated the greatest of the post-Imperial warlords by dressing as Ewoks and pirates.
In one short story, perhaps my favorite Tale, an aging Han Solo, adrift in the duties of statecraft and fatherhood, unmoored and facing middle-age, the only enemy he could never face with a blaster, went on One Last Job, winding up face to face with an equally tired Boba Fett. Facing certain mutual death, both aging scoundrels lay down their weapons and walk away.
For better or worse, THAT galaxy far, far away will always be the one I remember. I realize that it’s a completely unfair comparison, but I have a hard time trying to not compare these two very different Star Wars universes. It’s like watching a scifi show where there’s an alternative timeline and you know that things aren’t right, but you can’t do anything about it.