If they should bar wars . . .

Mrs. 1ott needed to see the Elton John farewell to N. America (residencies, town halls, and county fairs excepted) so I signed on for a month of Disney+, which means I finally saw The Rise of Skywalker. It played like every other Star Wars movie, with a borrow from every other science fiction series. Hunting for the spice planet? C'mon, man! Death is very low stakes, at least for the charismatic leads, when you can talk to ghosts. There appear to be two categories: 1. real ghosts who can interact with our world with some effort and 2. mind ghosts (scene between Han Solo and Kylo Ren). There's mumbo-jumbo to explain this, but esthetically this is very jarring. It's like a character on stage pouring water from a pitcher, taking a drink, then leaving thru a doorway. Then another character mimes pouring water, mimes drinking from the invisible glass, and mimes opening a door. You wonder what the heck is going on?