The iphone thing was interesting for about 15 minutes. Claire Foy's performance and the setup took me through another 30. After that, the crushing familiarity & general weakness of the screenplay took hold & finally lost me completely. The mystery & ambiguity is solved much too soon, and then we're left with stock genre beats. I was pretty angry by the time I left the theater. Schade.
The linguistic conceit is interesting — it's like BRICK in reverse, with medieval nuns who speak contemporary English rather than high-school kids who talk Chandler. The effect is jarring and hilarious; the downside is that I could never quite shake the sense that this was an extended comedy sketch. (That goes double for scenes with Fred Armisen.) Quite enjoyable.
Gets worse with every viewing.
The surface is shiny enough: attractive people are doing Star Wars things, the spaceships are the same but got groovy new paint jobs, and everything roars and zzzaps with the familiar Ben Burtt sound effects.
Once you stop being dazzled by effects & nostalgia though, it all falls apart — the writing is sloppy and simply not up to par to the standards George introduced.
The *writing*!? you might garrumph. Lucas is a terrible writer! And…