Bewildering, penetrative sci-fi. Endless blackness, an infinite stretch of both everything and nothing, mesmerizing but…
They don’t make em’ like this anymore.
An over-the-top ode to 87’s majesty.
A dinomite, not-for-kids adventure Spielberg should (mostly) be proud of.
A rollicking, easter-egg littered crowdpleaser.
A shoehorned, frustratingly messy entry in a great franchise.
A soaring new light in a galaxy, far, far away.
A Villeneuvian work of glorious perfection.
In the cinema, everyone can hear you scream.
A romantic sci-fi hybrid missing a kick.