Notice: This text reveals main plot factors of The Final Jedi.
Essentially the most radical second in Rian Johnson’s sprawling, exhilarating, regularly irritating The Final Jedi doesn’t contain lightsabers, porgs, or Laura Dern kicking a lot ass that she briefly transforms a First Order battleship into a wonderful piece of brightly shining summary artwork. No, the actual game-changer right here is a straightforward dialog between Ben “Kylo Ren” Solo and Rey, the Odd Couple mild side-dark aspect duo whose long-distance connection kinds the movie’s unbelievable emotional coronary heart. Reunited finally—and standing within the bloody wake of a gorgeously choreographed struggle scene that noticed every of them desperately battling to save lots of the opposite’s life—Ben confronts Rey with the query she’s been fixated on ever since she was launched, a film earlier, as an improbably competent orphan scavenger on the desolate desert backwater of Jakku: Who the hell are her dad and mom?
The obsession is comprehensible. Rey is, in spite of everything, a personality dwelling in George Lucas’ coincidence-powered Star Wars universe, a spot the place each random Wookiee smuggler used to pal round with Yoda, and the place you’re not shit, Jedi-wise, except you’ve obtained a few of that Skywalker blood flowing by your veins. Past that, she’s a private creation of mystery-peddling huckster J.J. Abrams, who made positive to fill The Power Awakens with an entire loaf’s price of the enigmatic breadcrumbs—lots of them targeted on Rey herself—that he’s at all times used to lure the curious into theaters or preserve them hooked on his varied TV initiatives. (Storytelling is okay, in spite of everything, however “Who the hell is that this Snoke man?!” is a simple method to get butts again in seats.)
And but, the reality that Johnson teases out of Rey and Ren’s heart-to-heart carries neither Lucas nor Abrams’ fingerprints; is, the truth is, a reasonably obvious “Fuck you” to the storytelling kinds of each of Rey’s off-screen daddies. As Ben says—and, as a stunning little bit of mirrored surrealism earlier within the movie hints, Rey has at all times, on some stage, recognized—she’s actually only a no one, parentally talking. No secret lineage, none of Lucas’ love of monomythic, Harry Potter-style “unknown king rising up within the wilderness” tropes. No deeper Abrams-esque thriller. Simply Occam’s Lightsaber, chopping by the bullshit, and leaving a robust younger lady with no lingering, greedy connections to the broader Star Wars universe.
That, in flip, is an enormous a part of why she’s so interesting to Ben, a personality who spends The Final Jedi waging battle not on the Jedi or the Sith, however on Star Wars itself. In Rey, he sees not only a new technology, appearing out the identical outdated errors and enjoying “Who’s obtained the Jedi?” with Luke Skywalker—who (and that is meant with no disrespect to Mark Hamill’s great efficiency because the grizzled, broken-down outdated hermit) has in some way change into the “Each time Poochie’s not onscreen, all the opposite characters must be asking “The place’s Poochie”? of the Star Wars universe. To place it bluntly, Rey is the contemporary IP this franchise so desperately wants, and Kylo Ren needs in on the bottom flooring.
On a much less facetious observe, Rey’s non-mysterious heritage additionally helps make The Final Jedi probably the most political (and populist) Star Wars movie ever dedicated to the display. There’s at all times been one thing somewhat hinky and monarchical about the best way Lucas finally remodeled his sprawling house epic right into a household squabble between a handful of all-important folks. (One thing the outdated Expanded Universe, with its 1000’s of pages about what Han, Luke, and Leia’s children are as much as, solely made infinitely worse.) By inserting Rey—and Finn, and Poe, and Rose, and all the remainder of this new batch of heroes—outdoors the Skywalker household construction, Johnson is making a robust level that issues like “future” are lots much less essential than choosing up a blaster and throwing your self into the struggle.
After all, this might all be bullshit; the darkish aspect’s misleading like that. Ren may need merely been manipulating Rey, and when Abrams comes again for Episode IX, he would possibly waste little time re-dropping hints that she was the key second Solo sibling all alongside. (It’s not like somewhat flippantly incestuous chemistry with an in depth relative doesn’t run on this specific household.) For now, although, Johnson’s phrase on the matter stands, and the girl on the heart of Star Wars isn’t a politically highly effective princess or the mysterious scion of a misplaced household; she’s not an enigmatic thriller, ready for future writers to untangle. She’s only a badass with a trigger, a Power unto herself.