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The Last Jedi

The Last Jedi: The key moment is the destruction of the library and the temple of the Jedi. Henceforth the Resistance is unmoored from culture, from anything outside the limits of the disintegrating spectacle. The Resistance is now just the mirror to Empire. One has to ask if this was the only way to free women and people of color to be actors in the story. One has to ask who else it enables. It enables the new Emperor, as both state and culture are abolished in parallel actions. And one notes that the woman-warrior performed neither of these actions, so where did that get us? The heart of the picture is however the third and intermediary story. Where Star Wars knows it belongs is in the casino, on the arm-dealer's luxury space yacht, and with the duplicitous lock pick. The spectacle dangles the key to the good life before whisking it away, leaving only itself. The ruling class know they have lured us with our own longing for revolt against them, and into a disintegrating spectacle unmoored from this world. They know they have replaced culture with nothing, and the state with nothing but themselves. They know they are not of the caliber of the bourgeois forms they obliterate. (Their new supreme leader seems not all that bright.) And they know that by dangling the threat of fascism they can justify a kinder, gentler one. The Resistance is scattered and homeless. There are no more Jedi, as without a past embodied in some other media they cease to exist. The mark of the true life can only be read in negative from the blasts and kapows that are making this worse one.

The Last Jedi: The key moment is the destruction of the library and the temple of the Jedi. Henceforth the Resistance is unmoored from culture, from anything outside the limits of the disintegrating spectacle. The Resistance is now just the mirror to Empire. One has to ask if this was the only way to free women and people of color to be actors in the story. One has to ask who else it enables. It enables the new Emperor, as both state and culture are abolished in parallel actions. And one notes that the woman-warrior performed neither of these actions, so where did that get us? The heart of the picture is however the third and intermediary story. Where Star Wars knows it belongs is in the casino, on the arm-dealer’s luxury space yacht, and with the duplicitous lock pick. The spectacle dangles the key to the good life before whisking it away, leaving only itself. The ruling class know they have lured us with our own longing for revolt against them, and into a disintegrating spectacle unmoored from this world. They know they have replaced culture with nothing, and the state with nothing but themselves. They know they are not of the caliber of the bourgeois forms they obliterate. (Their new supreme leader seems not all that bright.) And they know that by dangling the threat of fascism they can justify a kinder, gentler one. The Resistance is scattered and homeless. There are no more Jedi, as without a past embodied in some other media they cease to exist. The mark of the true life can only be read in negative from the blasts and kapows that are making this worse one. McKenzie Wark