And when Han Solo and Chewie come on, I had a feeling in the cinema I haven’t had since I was 16: not knowing whether to burst into tears or into applause.
There are very few films which leave me facially exhausted after grinning for 135 minutes, but this is one. The Force Awakens re-awoke my love of the first movie and turned my inner fanboy into my outer fanboy. My only tiny reservation, which I will get out of the way now, is with a tiny new droid who has a bit of a Scrappy-Doo vibe about him. The Force Awakens is in touch with the force of action-adventure and fun. It restores the comedy that Phantom Menace abandoned. Technically, of course, that was reconfigured as Episode Six, but The Force Awakens makes you forget about the redundancy and pedantry of the prequel-trilogy that came 15 years later.
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