The fans speak! The Skywalker Saga has come to a close and a collective shrug has spread across the galaxy like unwrapping socks on Christmas morning. Sure, it’s a gift, but, you know, it’s socks. No, no, no! I needed them! I do remember I said that a while ago, yes. Yeah! Yeah! I see the little Death Stars on them. They’re cool. I’m glad I got them. It’s better than not having them. Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker proves once again that, like any gymnastics routine, it’s hard to stick the dismount. And J.J. Abrams is no Kerri Strug circa 1996. And no, Simone Biles would not have been a better reference here. As the debate over what Episode IX is and what it could have been rages on here and elsewhere, the endeavor to levy constructive criticism and find the balance between light and dark, Jedi and Sith, and Abrams and Trevorrow continues. There are questions that must be asked. First, however, readers must race to google “Strug, Atlanta ‘96”… Wars, especially star wars, are pretty intense because of what’s at stake. So what are the stakes in this star war and where is their intensity? Yes, Emperor Palpatine now has the capability to destroy multiple planets with his fleet of Death Star Destroyers. We even SEE one destroy a planet. It’s the planet named…umm…with the girl in the helmet from The Rocketeer named…Zori…umm…you know! The one that looked really cool in promotional material and then did virtually nothing except jam in exposition for an unnecessary “scoundrel” retcon of Poe’s backstory? Zori Bliss! Here’s the thing, though: I didn’t care about that planet.