This is a fascinating "review of a review". I haven't seen The Last Jedi yet. I will tomorrow. We've already bought tickets and everything. But I have no expectations that it'll be good; I'm going because of inertia with regards to Star Wars, combined with the hope that the spectacle will be worth the cost in bad characters, bad plots, and the bizarre effluvia that comes from the diseased minds of the broken, dysfunctional artists who make up Harveywood. I also hold out in the forlorn hope that somehow the franchise will make a Hail Mary pass and pull it together in spite of all of the stumbling blocks in place that make that impossible (namely, the people working on it.)
It looks like this one won't be the one that does it, though. While the aggregate critics score is 93%, an improbably high score, the aggregate audience score has fallen just this morning from a tepid 67% (few movies except ones that the critics are desperate to pawn off on us show a significantly higher critics than audience score) to a withering 59% over the course of... what? Four hours? I wonder how far it will fall over the remainder of the weekend where most people who are going to see it will have done so.
Sigh. As I said earlier; people in Hollywood (and other entertainment media, for the most part) don't know how to entertain anymore. Mostly because they don't understand actual people. They themselves are such broken, dysfunctional beings that their thought processes don't resonate with normal people anymore.
As the pithy old saying goes; what's down in the well is what comes up in the bucket.
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