Sacrifices almost all of Coogler's emotional intelligence and nuance for, well, a pretty generic ROCKY sequel with Adonis' arc one of masculine pride restored. In fact it's the Dragos who have the more succinct and novel underdog story (honestly I was sort of rooting for them, and anyway it's great to see Dolph in a dramatic role, no matter how small). The performances are so convincing that it's still relatively effective by the end but the last thing this movie should've been is merely acceptable.
Reminds you of what this sort of thing can be with an actual director behind it instead of merely a gang of well-meaning producers. Johnson deploys a few basic narrative and visual tricks that haven't really popped up in a STAR WARS film before, along with his usual precise frames and tight technical craft, and a particular attention to emotional continuity. There's also a welcome preoccupation with collateral damage, both physical and psychic. One thing Johnson's films have never really…