This movie ***** me of my childhood memories and sense of hope. Before you waste your time seeing this horrific film let me describe what it feels like to watch it if you are a fan of the Original George Lucas Trilogy… You feel as if though you’re a 5 year old kid again and are gleefully playing with your Vintage Millennium Falcon Toy Ship, full of imagination and hope for the universe. Then Rian Johnson walks into the room. He grabs the ships out of your hand and opens the top bay doors. He proceeds to drop his drawers and piss into the toy a few feet in front of your face. You sit there stunned like THE DUDE in the Big Lebowski and simply mutter “Not in the Millennium Falcon, man!.” Then just when you think he is done, Rian turns around and takes an actual dump inside the Falcon. Rian mercifully exits the room. Despite feeling completely mortified and scarred by the experience, you gather yourself together and approach your cherished, childhood toy to assess the damages. Then, just as you start to get a new hope that the Falcon can somehow be cleaned up, Kathleen Kennedy and the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Gang from Disney come into the room and start stomping the Falcon into smithereens like it’s a Friggin HOT DIGGITY DOG jamboree! Holding back tears at this point, The Horror just continues. Next, enter a bunch of innocent looking Porgs who are carrying torches of Wookie fur. They proceed to start the entire room on fire. Finally, you can’t bear it any longer and are forced to leave the premises. Then you spend the next 24-48 hours in a daze, questioning humanity, wondering how and why this happened and whether or not it could be fixed, undone or erased from existence. ???????????????????? It CAN NOT. It’s over. Everything you once loved about this franchise and the magic of it’s movie making is gone. Stick a fork in it and milk a green tit. STAR WARS is done.