Well, I finally got around to seeing this. This lapse would be very difficult to explain to my ten-year-old self. But was it worth the wait?

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (also known as Star Wars: Episode IX – The Rise of Skywalker) is a 2019 American epic space opera film produced, co-written, and directed by J. J. Abrams. Produced by Lucasfilm and Bad Robot, and distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures, it is the third installment of the Star Wars sequel trilogy, following The Force Awakens (2015) and The Last Jedi (2017), and the final episode of the nine-part “Skywalker saga.” And what a saga, it has proven to be.

Rey continues her journey with determination, compassion, and the kind of emotional resilience that would make any Jedi Master weep proudly into their robe. Her arc is full of self-discovery and inner conflict, and the movie treats her struggle with genuine sincerity. She’s not just swinging a lightsaber—she’s wrestling with identity, legacy, and the age-old Star Wars question: “What if my family history is… a lot?”

And in fairness, her family history is complicated to say the least. You see, it turns out Palpatine is her grandpa. These Jedi and Sith seem to be all related.

Meanwhile, Kylo Ren remains one of the most entertainingly conflicted characters in the entire franchise. Adam Driver commits so hard to every glare, whisper, and emotional breakdown that you half-expect the Force to file a noise complaint. His journey is dramatic, intense, and surprisingly touching—proof that no one does “angsty space villain with great hair” quite like him.

The one thing that doesn’t come off is the kiss between Rey and Kylo Ren or Ben at that stage. It comes out of nowhere, and to be frank, brothers and sisters have had more sexual chemistry in this saga.

The supporting cast brings warmth, humor, and that classic Star Wars camaraderie. Finn is earnest and heroic, Poe is charmingly reckless, and their banter gives the movie a breezy, adventurous feel—even when the fate of the galaxy is, once again, hanging by a very thin thread. New characters slide in with confidence, while familiar faces return like old friends who immediately start helping you move furniture without being asked.

Visually, the movie is a feast. Lightsabers glow dramatically, starships collide with operatic flair, and the Force has never looked so… forceful. Every frame feels designed to be replayed, paused, and pointed at while someone says, “Okay, but that part was actually really cool.”

And yes—this film is emotional. It wears its heart on its Jedi sleeve. Themes of hope, legacy, redemption, and chosen family run through the story like the Force itself. It reminds us that the past matters, but it doesn’t have to define us—a message that feels very Star Wars and very earned.

This is a film for all ages that leaves you feeling all warm inside.

Four stars out of five from me. My ten-year-old self gives it a million.