Okay, here it is, the end of the saga that started when I was a kid. I can remember sitting in the theater watching the now famous beginning title scroll with excitement. I had wanted and waited almost a year for that moment. Yes, back then movies like the one Star Wars was were in theaters for much longer stays. Multiplexes had just sprouted and the movie makers were yet to start grinding out enough movies to constantly push older movies off the screens in a matter of weeks. But by then I knew how it went. Instead of taking me to see the movie my parents bought the book as a Christmas present. Another sad bit of irony there. Had anyone told that kid that was me back then that, nearly forty years later I’d be watching the the end credits roll on the movie ending that same saga and feel only disappointment and sadness…

Well, I don’t know how I’d have felt back then. Probably wouldn’t have believed it could go so wrong. But that’s what I felt.

Storytelling is dead. And that’s a shame.

I knew by the end of chapter eight it was going to be bad.

I can sum up why I felt that way in twelve words;

You. Can. Not. Kill. Off. The. Main. Antagonist. In. The. Second. Act!

Someone please tell Rian Johnson before he destroys another franchise.

It was a decent try by Abrams, but there was really too much damage done. As it is it’s an okay movie, and that’s the shame of it. After waiting decades for the conclusion, it should have been and could have been much better than Endgame. Instead its likely to be seen as forgettable as any other movie that got a reboot recently. Thats even more of a shame.

And, well, I think that’s the sad fate storytelling has come to now. I can foresee Marvel squeezing every last drop out of their universe too, instead of just leaving on a fantastic high note. Its likely to be as much of a downhill slide the sequel trilogy has been.

And that’s going to be an even greater shame.