What if Travis Bickle was a badass instead of a bumbling buffoon? Also, what if his chasing the girl and martyrdom were written in such a manner that they were just? I don't normally lazily critique what I see as a perverse male fantasy, but in this case the fantasy is so confidently told and so much relish taken in its violence that it made me feel ill. The film would have been better had the protagonist stuck to driving.
Star Wars is truly timeless. Its universe exists beyond the consequences of temporality; its political sphere is as devoid of definition as its geography. Now, in Skywalker Rises, even the characters of Star Wars are granted this temporal immunity. Reanimated corpses fill the screen to remind the audience of what once was and will always be. In this neverending necropolis, historical change is impossible. But without the possibility of change, isn't the search for purpose meaningless? Only if you look for it within the boundaries of this film.