It will always be a wild story, when we look at how far cinema has come since George Lucas invented a space opera with wookies, something called “the force”, and laser swords back in 1977. And now, 2019 ends with a cinematic bang, with the 9th installment in the Star Wars saga, in what will undoubtedly send fans into 2020 with plenty to argue about. Or maybe it is just continuing after the way fans felt about Rian Johnson’s The Last Jedi? That was a movie, that yours truly, thought was rejuvenating to the Star Wars series and instead of expanding on the unique voice of Johnson, we now go back to J.J. Abrams, who has become a some kind of Hollywood cut man, someone that studios hire to patch up any critical blood and bruises. With that can’t miss approach, Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker is in good hands, a movie that relentlessly moves, and checks all the Star Wars boxes. It’s good, I enjoyed most of it, and it won’t find itself in the same bucket as the drastic prequel movies, but what can be viewed as enjoyable, is also extremely safe. At the end, it’s just another Star Wars movie. There’s space fighting, weird looking creatures, fan service, and a final result that feels ultimately worthy for this cobbled trilogy.