A new nope
Here goes my one last reason to care about subsequent Star Wars movies as anything other than a conveyer belt of the most pandering, performative woke-ness possible. The Star Wars prequels introduced Jar Jar Binks to the world and turned the Force into midichlorians, but at least they left Han Solo alone. But with Disney currently in charge of the Star Wars universe, they are cranking out new movies as fast as possible, and therefore Ron Howard’s awful Solo: A Star Wars Story exists.
Ironically, Solo, which pointlessly fills in the blanks of the early life of the rogue hero, comes as close as any of the new live-action Star Wars movies to capturing the clattering dutifulness and eye-stabbing imagery of the prequels. Rejoice, people who don’t care about the quality of the media they ingest just so long as they recognize the brand! There’s even a culturally insensitive, Jar Jar-esque space monkey for the kids, as well as a nonsensical cameo from a key player in The Phantom Menace.
Solo is essentially a 135-minute version of the River Phoenix sequence from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, only it looks like complete garbage and is no fun at all. It’s a nonstop succession of callbacks, wink-wink foreshadowing and Infinity Stone-style world-building meant to explain the origin of everything Han Solo ever did, said or touched over the course of episodes IV through VI. Worse, Solo is shot like an early 1990s prime-time drama, all gauzy lighting, shadowy interiors and monochromatic colors.
Original Solo directors Phil Lord and Christopher Miller were booted from the project well into production and replaced by career hack Ron Howard, who never met a property he couldn’t drain of personality (Howard apparently re-shot roughly 70 percent of Lord and Miller’s work). As ever, Howard’s concept of visual cinema is hopelessly flat and punishingly literal. Call it old school Hollywood craftsmanship if you insist, but I wouldn’t trust the guy to build a stairway to nowhere.
Alden Ehrenreich stole scenes as Hobie Doyle in Hail, Caesar!, but he is given a largely thankless task in Solo. When his performance works, it’s because he reminds us of our affection for the character that Ford created; when it doesn’t work, which is often, Ehrenreich looks like a bad cosplayer.
Unfortunately, the failings of Solo span well beyond the casting and concept. Lawrence Kasdan and John Kasdan contributed a tin-eared and overstuffed script that renders any attempt to create a sense of mystery futile, as it becomes clear early on that every semi-mysterious character will inevitably remove their mask to monologue about their origin story.
I don’t have any behind-the-scenes evidence to back this theory up, but given their respective track records, it feels safe to assume that any remotely clever idea probably originated with Lord and Miller (such as a Stormtrooper recruitment video that appropriates John William’s iconic “The Imperial March” theme), while the lifeless execution and pervasive joylessness of Solo comes courtesy of Howard.