Film & TV

Dec 14, 2017

Rundle: sat among ewoks, imbibing the Clintonian delirium of Star Wars

People say it's the best of the Star Wars films for decades. It was by turns stirring and as ropey as an old Doctor Who episode.

Guy Rundle — Correspondent-at-large

Guy Rundle


There were Jedi knights at Melbourne Central station, and stormtroopers on the escalator. Boys in Target faux Japanesey gowns with broomsticks, and goth girls who'd made more of an effort, black lace witchy gowns and working light sabres. At Flinders Street station, a cross-dressed Princess Leia was buying a dim sim. And on the tram all the way down St Kilda Road, kids, paler than they needed to be, a little lumpy, debated matters of ancient history related to the rise of the Sith. Or something.

Eleven o'clock on a still warm night in Melbourne, and as in capitals across the country, thousands were streaming to cinemas for the 12.01am screening of Star Wars Part VIII: The Last Jedi

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