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Why Star Wars Needs a Snyder Cut
Why #StarWars Needs a #SnyderCut
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#zacksnydersjusticeleague #releasethejjcut #releasetheabramscut
**CW/TW racist slurs & remarks**
It’s been well-documented that racism surrounding the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy erupted in an overt social media boycott stemming from a few fringe members of the Star Wars fandom. Star Wars Episode VII was originally accused of being “anti-white” and promoting “white genocide” because John Boyega was a Black stormtrooper and other leading faces were not white…
Jedi Finn in the Leaked The Force Awakens Shot List #StarWars
John Boyega recently criticized Disney and Lucasfilm for sidelining Finn even while advertising him as a Jedi character ahead of the first movie. The shot list leaked before The Force Awakens strongly indicates Finn was indeed meant to be Force Sensitive and a co-protagonist with Rey.
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October, 2018 John is obviously excited and teases he’ll be using a lightsaber again:
January 15, 2019 - John Boyega teases a scene he’s particularly excited about:
John marks the end of principal photography and personally thanks JJ Abrams:
At Celebration, John talked about how he read the script and had to stop and thank JJ for something he had been waiting for:
John continues to show enthusiasm after Celebration:
And even strongly hints Jedi Finn fans will not be disappointed:
Even in November, when the leaks were making it all to clear LFL was aiming to sideline Finn again, John continued to show excitement:
December 2nd, the day before the cast screening of The Rise of Skywalker:
Then… silence. Finally, after the entire cast was interviewed about the screening:
His response when nonverbally asked to convey his reaction said it all, he very much did not have an amazing time:
It’s apparent John Boyega believed Finn’s story was being put back on course all the way through the cast screening. Where did this story go and who was responsible? John does not blame JJ, which leaves the responsibility with Lucasfilm and Disney. Just what happened to his arc in TROS?
They owe him and us an explanation.
What Happened to #Finn’s Arc in TROS? #TheRiseofSkywalker #ReleasetheJJCut
John Boyega was very public about his feelings towards The Rise of Skywalker over the course of its production.
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#Finn’s broken arc in #StarWars #TheRiseofSkywalker
The Rise of Skywalker for Finn is a frustrating movie, because on one hand, in terms of how Finn is portrayed, the character is given much more respect and agency in comparison to The Last Jedi.
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Blacktober prompt 13,sword weirder, the Jedi Finn that should have been.
for@nokreli for Star Wars Secret Santa 2019! Angst & Family with the prompt “Don’t give me that look”!
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“Don’t give me that look, cub,”
Rey sits with her knees drawn up to her chest, eyes closed, listening to the gentle hum and whirr of the Falcon reverberating through the walls. Finn is piloting, and she is meant to be resting.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Chewie rumbles.
“I’m alright,” says Rey instinctively.
She doesn’t really expect him to accept that for an answer. Sure enough, he sits himself down in the bunk opposite and whimpers expectantly.
“Iam excited.” She hugs her knees a little tighter. They’re on their way to Yavin IV, where the winter solstice is drawing near. Truthfully, a solstice doesn’t really sound like something worth celebrating to her. Less daylight on Jakku just meant less time to work and more nights spent awake and hungry.
This is the sort of thing that still feels weird, even now. Big gatherings mean social rules, new foods which may or may not be acceptable to eat with one’s fingers, and a constant out-of-place feeling which reminds her of standing on shifting sands. “I’m grateful that Poe invited us. But with the war and all, and so many people gone, it’s a strange time to be intruding on a family tradition.”
Chewie shakes his head vehemently. “You are family. Cub thought so. Little one too.”
Many Basic syllables can’t be pronounced in Shyriiwook, so Rey has noticed that Chewie has given his own ‘name word’ to most of their human friends. Han’s name roughly translates to “my cub” or “one I protect”. Leia’s on the other hand sounds more like “little one”.
He pets the top of her head a little too roughly. “Go to sleep.”
Rey doesn’t, but Chewie’s words help calm the nervousness and giddiness prickling at her insides.
It only gets worse when they arrive. Finn scampers down the boarding ramp and into Poe’s arms, their faces splitting into identical grins. Something hard bonks into her leg just below the knee. BB-8 trills excitedly and swings her head around, rolling in a happy circle.
“Hello, Bee,” Rey says, giving the droid a pat on the head. Finn and Poe invite her into the hug. For just a moment, she thinks that maybe this is going to be alright, but soon the nausea returns.
“I’m glad you got in before the snow that’s supposed to come,” says Poe.
“Poe says that snow on Solstice means good luck for the new year,” Finn supplies.
Poe and Chewie greet one another with a clap on the arm and a roar respectively, before Chewie shepherds them all into the transport, complaining about the cold.
“I can’t believe they managed to rent this old place for the weekend,” Poe says, climbing into the driver’s seat. “We came here every year when I was a kid. My parents always invited the Organa-Solos and Luke too, of course. It looks just like it did then.”
It’s a short ride back to a little cottage. Rey has never seen anything quite like it. It’s two stories and built with wood—imagine, having enough trees around to start chopping them up to make a dwelling—and an inviting, gingery smell greets them at the doorway. As they remove their wet shoes, Rey notices an old-fashioned fireplace crackling with warmth and light in the living room, where the entire Dameron clan is mingling.
“Chewbacca!” Lando Calrissian’s voice cuts through the chatter as he weaves his way through Poe’s relatives. “Hey buddy. Kids, how are you?”
Warm greetings are exchanged. “I was just telling this one,” he gestures to Poe. “Some of the Dameron cousins cut down some fir branches last night and brought them in to dry, but we needed Chewie’s help to hang them up.”
“…inside?” Rey asks.
“By the fireplace and around the door,” Poe confirms. He smiles a little, like he’s not sure whether to laugh at her. Rey swallows hard, determined not to feel stupid. After all, there’s plenty of things about Jakku that Poe doesn’t know. She laughs a little, to seem at ease.
“That’s kinda weird,” Finn says. She can feel his concern across their already blossoming Force bond, which Finn is still getting used to shielding. She slips her hand into his.
After the obligatory introductory lap around the living room full of Damerons, they find a quiet corner with oversized armchairs draped in bantha-wool covers.
“Oh no, not these,” says Poe with a playful groan, picking up a rectangular object from an endtable. “My father’s holocrons.”
“Careful with them,” one of Poe’s aunts warns. “Every year I tell myself someday I’m going to back them up to a hard drive.”
“He made one for every Solstice we spent here,” Poe explains.
Rey counts them quickly. There are fifteen holocrons piled on the table. Each undoubtedly filled with memories of warm, happy times in Poe’s childhood, probably. It’s hard not to feel a little weird about that. Rey scoots over to sit closer to Finn.
After they’ve talked for a while, Chewie brings an armful of borrowed winter gear over and rumbles at them to bundle up and meet him outside. In the little shed out back, they find him organizing piles of cut evergreen branches. They’re bigger than Rey expected them to be, they practically look like entire limbs of trees.
Chewie hands her an armful and directs her where to put it.
She cringes as she hears herself ask, “It doesn’t…hurt the trees, does it?”
She waits for them to laugh, but they don’t. “Rey, look,” says Poe, pointing out the shed door. She looks out into the backyard. After about a hundred yards of flat ground, the horizon gives way to miles of forest.
“All the people in this town probably take a few branches from that forest, if not an entire tree. And that’s how much is left. Fir grows back really fast, and there’s plenty of it, I promise.”
Chewie handles the boughs for the doorframe and sends trio to handle the railing by the front steps, and the hearth inside. Finn seems at ease, laughing and shoving Poe’s arm when he talks back.
“I-I’m getting cold,” Rey says quickly, and the color rising to her cheeks supports her claim. “I’ll see you later.”
She can still hear them chuckling at one another’s jokes as she curls back up in her chair by the fireplace.
Rey takes one of Poe’s father’s holobooks from the endtable. The first image that pops up when she turns it on is one of Luke and Leia holding some kind of baked good and sitting by this very fireplace. In the next one, a woman with Poe’s dark eyes has joined them.
Rey hears Finn and Poe approaching. Poe runs a hand through his hair to brush the snowflakes out.
“There’s Mom,” says Poe, looking over her shoulder. Finn sits down in the chair beside hers. “Leia always brought those cookies. They were traditionally made for this Alderaanian holiday that usually fell near Yavin’s solstice.”
Rey clicks to the next one, which features Chewie and Han tacking evergreen boughs up in the foyer. A nine-year-old Poe sits on Chewie’s shoulders.
Rey smiles a bit. “He’s so young! Chewie looks the same, though.”
“There is no way Solo looked like that,” Finn agrees.
“Oh, he did,” says Lando with amusement, peeking over from across the room.
In the next one, Poe is dressed in an enormous, puffy blue parka with matching snow pants. He is laughing and towing a duraplast sled with a tiny kid on board.
“That’s—” Rey starts to gasp, then swallows hard before she blurts out his name. The little boy is grinning sans front teeth, but his features – his forehead, his nose – still look so much like the face that haunts her nightmares. Rey almost wants to throw up.
She exchanges a glance with Finn, who looks equally perturbed. She realizes they are the only ones in the room who did not know Kylo Ren when he was that tiny grinning kid. When he was Ben Solo.
Thankfully no one says anything as she clicks to the next holo, which features Poe’s parents sitting at the dining room table. But then the next several are of Ben perched on Leia’s lap and Poe showing him toy spaceships, and Poe reaches over Rey’s shoulder to turn the thing off.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
Everybody looks at her, and that makes it worse.
“It’s not your fault,” says Poe.
She tries hard to forget it. They talk about other, safer things, until the fire dies down and the rest of the party starts to wander towards bed.
Rey slips out the back door and turns on the single light on the ceiling of the shed. She breathes in the scent, which is wonderful and green and indescribable except that it just smells like coldand outdoors. It’s calming.
“Hey, are you okay?” a voice whispers.
Finn catches her gaze so she can’t look away. She can feel his worry thrumming in the Force.
“I’m alright,” she says instinctively.
“You’ve been kind of quiet,” Finn counters. “It was weird for me too…seeing him, you know?”
“Yeah, I guess it was,” Rey admits. “He hurt me. He hurt all of you. But now he’s not here, and I don’t know whether to be relieved or sad.”
She sees Poe standing a pace behind Finn. They both look at him, then back at each other.
“Look, I used to think of him like a little cousin. But I didn’t see him for years leading up to… and none of it changes what he’s done,” Poe grumbles.
“It must be weird for you too, buddy,” Finn offers. “In a different way.”
“It wasn’t just the holos,” Rey admits. “All of this is new, and odd.”
“She’s got a point,” says Finn.
“And everybody is acting so excited, but the Force is strange around them. Everybody feels happy, but also kind of empty inside.”
Poe takes a moment to think about that.
“It’s been so many years since we’ve done this - since we’ve been able to. It’s not the same now, with so many people gone,” Poe speculates. Then he looks at Rey and Finn. “But our family has grown, too.”
He’ll never know the peace that statement brings to Rey’s mind. She belongs here, she’s apart of them.
“Want to go inside?” Finn suggests. He has one of the big wool quilts wrapped around his shoulders. He puts one arm around Rey, enveloping her too. There is no safer place in the world than Finn’s arms.
“The sooner we sleep, the sooner Solstice will come - that’s what my dad used to say,” Poe says into the darkness. “I used to try to stay up all night.”
“No chance of that,” says Finn with a yawn.
[Are you sure you’re good?] A gentle nudge of the Force, warm like the quilt.
[I am.] Rey replies. [I will be.]
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you know john boyega was so right that finn would have a white lightsaber. the color of healed kyber- kyber that had been hurt and been used to hurt, but through healing and love being returned to it’s truest self. finn being taken and trained to hurt and choosing healing and love. finn using his powers to heal a bleeding kyber crystal when he’d only ever known the force as a force to hurt. white is also the color of stormtrooper armor, the faceless mask he was forced to become. he’ll always carry that with him, but now he carries it as a weapon to help others, a symbol of justice. he understood the assignment.
so much could have been improved in the sequels if kylo ren hadn’t been force sensitive
no wait think about it. kylo ren not being force sensitive, but so desperate to be so he’s willing to do anything. he feels cheated out of his grand destiny, his powers that his mother and uncle (and cousin?) have. give me the story on the entitlement towards the force. it would have shown that the force is beyond biological, it always has been. it would have given a better reason for kylo ren to “fall to the dark side”, so desperate for a connection to the force that he plays the part of a dark sider, swinging a cracking red lightsaber around with no finesse or training, killing hoping that it will push him further into a dark side of the force he cannot feel. it would have given a reason for him to hate han; that because han isn’t force sensitive, it’s his fault that kylo isn’t either. kylo’s character would have been stronger because his choices would have been his own, instead of whatever whisper dream manipulations they were in canon. his evil has nothing to do with the force, but an entitled man trying to claim a power he believes is his by birthright.
this would have foiled perfectly with finn, too- one is a child born to the most powerful force sensitives in the galaxy who cannot feel the force. and finn is a child who was taken from his family, forced into soldier-hood, who feels such a deep and powerful connection to himself and the force that he breaks free. kylo ren, seething and entitled trying to claim a destiny and power that just aren’t his, and finn, who has suffered at kylo’s actions and still connected to the powerful light inside of him. the “nobody” hero of the sequels who has the power of the force and the legacy-born villain who doesn’t.
you know john boyega was so right that finn would have a white lightsaber. the color of healed kyber- kyber that had been hurt and been used to hurt, but through healing and love being returned to it’s truest self. finn being taken and trained to hurt and choosing healing and love. finn using his powers to heal a bleeding kyber crystal when he’d only ever known the force as a force to hurt. white is also the color of stormtrooper armor, the faceless mask he was forced to become. he’ll always carry that with him, but now he carries it as a weapon to help others, a symbol of justice. he understood the assignment.
