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Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Movie Review: 'Toy Story 4' – Finding Forky




Movie Review: 'Toy Story 4' – Finding Forky

The fourth film in the computer animated series created by Pixar for Disney Studios, Toy Story 4 feels like a conclusion of the tale more than anything else. Gorgeous in appearance and full of laughter and tears, director Josh Cooley (his directorial debut) and screenwriters Andrew Stanton and Stephany Folsom have done right by the characters and the ardent fans who love these films,

My family basically grew up with the Toy Story films.I watched the early ones initially with my nephews (now 25 and 30), and then proceeded to go through the process with my only kids. So watching Toy Story 4 with my 10 year old felt like the completion of a process that began 24 years ago.

The great things about these films is that we have core characters that we care about a great deal – Woody (Tom Hanks), Buzz (Tim Allen), Jessie (Joan Cusak), Rex (Wallace Shawn), Hamm (John Ratzenberger) and the rest of the gang. They in turn care a great deal about their kid   it used to be Andy (Jack McGraw) who is seen in flashbacks but now it is Bonnie (Madeline McGraw), and they will do anything to make her happy. 

Woody sneaks into Bonnie's backpack because she is so upset about going to Kindergarten orientation, and he watches her from her cubby as she negotiates the rough waters of new kids and teacher. During an arts and crafts session, Bonnie creates a new "toy" from a spork and calls it Forky. Later on Forky gets put in the backpack with Woody. Soon Woody learns that any object can become a toy if a child wants to play with it. 

Forky (Tom Hale) is a hilarious character who at first cannot accept his toy status and wants to be in the garbage since that is where he was when Woody threw him on the table for Bonnie's arts and crafts session after another kid took away her materials. Woody exerts a great deal of effort to save Forky from himself and the trash bin.

Forky cannot accept that he is Bonnie's favorite toy, even when  the rest of the gang welcomes him into the club. Not long afterwards Bonnie and her parents embark on a road trip in an RV with all the toys along for the ride. Forky makes one last dash for freedom and jumps out the window with Woody not far behind him. 

After Woody rescues Forky and Forky agrees not to trash himself, they try to make their way back to the trailer park on foot. They pass through a town and Woody sees Bo Peep's (Annie Potts) lamp in its window. In a flashback we see how Andy's Mom (Laurie Metcaff) had given away Bo, her sheep, and the lamp because his sister Molly had outgrown it. Andy has deep feelings for Bo and he drags Forky into the store in hopes of finding her.

There we meet what makes for the movies antagonists  a doll named Gabby Gabby (Christina Hendricks) and her creepy hench dummies (all voiced by Steve Purcell) who stand in the way of a Woody and Bo reunion. 

The rest would be spoiler territory, but there are very funny moments where all the kids in the theater burst out in laughter, but there are also extremely whimsical ones too and some adults will be reaching for the tissues. While no one is saying this is the last film in this series, the ending will make you feel that way.

It is a major achievement that in these four films we have grown to love and care about these toys. Credit goes to Pixar for the lifelike animation and the writers for giving the characters their humanity  they desire things, they love, they fear, and care for each other and the kid who is lucky enough to have them.

So while the film is about finding Forky in many ways, it is also about finding the kid in all of us. Sadly, as we grow up and our toys collect dust on the shelf or in the closet or are given away, we loose the essence of our childhoods that make life magical.

The film is dedicated to Don Rickles (who voiced Mr. Potato Head) and animator Adam Burke who passed away recently. 

Go see Toy Story 4  your kids will love it and you will feel like a kid again. 



    

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Father’s Day – Why a Good Dad Is More Important Than Ever







Every third Sunday in June we celebrate Father’s Day, and it is worth noting that men who get called “Dad,” “Papa,” “Pop” or whatever other way it can be said deserve their special day. In this world of increasingly poor male role models, Dad can make all the difference for his sons and daughters.

I have been very fortunate to be able celebrate this day as a father these last 19 years, and before that I always thought of it as a day to give thanks for my wonderful father and my grandfathers. Everyone always buys those mugs, hats, and T-shirts with the words “Greatest Dad Ever” on them, but I am convinced my father more than deserved those gifts.

Now that Dad is gone this day is a tough one for me. On one hand I have to be happy as my kids and wife give me Father’s Day cards and gifts, but on the other I feel solemn because I cannot spend the day with Dad. Many others before me have had to deal with this, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I miss being able to say the word “Dad” to my father, and I still have his name and phone number in my cellphone because I can’t bring myself to delete it.

My Dad was so good to his children in so many ways – generous, loving, kind, helpful, and wise – but perhaps his greatest gift to us was time. He wanted to be with us and do things with us. I watched him all those years and had a great role model who had prepared me more than anything else to follow his lead as a father.

We have all heard it said that anyone can father children but not everyone can be a good dad, and this holds true today when we see fathers portrayed on television and in films as poor role models. Think about Homer Simpson who has been on TV seemingly forever portraying one of the worst fathers ever. No wonder his son Bart is the way he is.

Our culture needs to promote good role models as fathers because what kids see matters. They perceive that these fictitious depictions as being important and relevant in their lives.

When watching the original Star Wars films, my son once asked me, “Why was Darth Vader such a terrible dad? You would never try to hurt me.” In some ways I felt sorry for letting him see this relationship in the films, but then I realized that because of what he had seen he appreciated me and understood the difference between a terrible father and me.

I can think of all the things my father taught me every day. When I have to fix a pipe, put in a new electrical outlet, or make shelves for the playroom, I know I have him to thank for teaching me how to do these things. He taught me so many other things and, until literally the day before he passed away, I was still seeking his advice on things. My Dad was the best friend I ever had, and his absence in my life is difficult to accept. Still, I feel him with me all the time, and when I am trying to figure something out, I’ll whisper, “How should I do this, Dad?” Amazingly, the solution soon materializes and I feel as if his loving hand is on my shoulder.

I am aware there are enough Homer Simpsons and Darth Vaders out there to make some people not want to celebrate this day. Perhaps they more than anyone can explain how important a good father is in our lives.

Good dads are important for boys but also for girls as well. Daughters see their fathers as role models just as much as boys do, so that relationship is crucial as a girl grows up to be a woman who has a father who has shown her the way a man treats a woman with dignity and respect.

When my first child was born my father said, “Welcome to the toughest job in the world, but also the most rewarding!” After all these years I have to say once again that he was right. Now that I am older and wiser, I must admit that he was always right about most everything. My teenage self would disagree with me, but I would set myself straight if I could.

So, on this day, honor your dad and grandfathers if you are fortunate enough to still have them in your lives. If you have had a wonderful father like I have had, you know his value and the impact he has had on your life, and that impact is lasting because it affects your children and their children as well.

All I know is that after all this time when one of my kids calls me Dad, my heart still skips a beat.

Happy Father’s Day to you all!

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

75th Anniversary of D-Day – The Lost Must Never Be Forgotten







Monument on Omaha Beach Honoring the
American and Allied Forces
As world leaders gathered in England and France to solemnly mark the 75th anniversary of the D-Day invasion of France on June 6, 1944, it is necessary and compelling to remember those lost. These brave Americans and members of the Allied Forces who rushed the beaches of Normandy from landing craft should never be forgotten.

The scope of their sacrifice is found in the cemeteries in Normandy, France, and upon visiting there with my family last year, I felt myself trembling with awe and overwhelmed with reverence. My father came onto those shores 75 years ago and survived, but many did not. Understanding how over 5000 Americans died and over 12,000 were wounded is not difficult. They who stormed the beaches under heavy fire knew why they were there – to defeat the greatest evil the world has ever known.


A pilgrimage to Normandy is essential for Americans to understand the sacrifice but also to see how well those lost have been honored. It is a sacred place where the wind and the sea share their memories of how those young men perished valiantly for freedom's sake. They were witnesses as was the pale sandy beach that became soaked with American and Allied blood as the big guns of the pernicious enemy cut them down.

Despite the onslaught, American and Allied Forces kept coming. There were too many of them  coming ashore, and eventually they prevailed that day, and then in the days and weeks ahead began to turn the tide of the war. In the end Hitler's "Thousand-Year Reich" was decimated within a year, its evil crushed under the boots of those young men and women who risked their lives for the sake of not just their nation but the world.

75 years seems like an eternity to young people like my children. They have heard about Papa's experiences from me, mostly because my Dad didn't like talking about the war too much. He saw too many horrors, lost too many friends, and was wounded himself (not on D-Day). Dad would tell me some stories, but only if I asked and persisted. He never told the kids any of them, and after he passed away they wanted to know why, and I said because they were to hard for him to tell.


Looking back though he did drive around in a car with DAV – Disabled American Veteran – license plates and was a dedicated member of his Veterans of Foreign War post for many years. He marched in parades and wore his uniform for events at the post with pride. Mostly it seems that he kept his war stories among his buddies at the post, probably because they were the ones who could understand the terrible incidents better than anyone.

Veterans that I have known have shown appreciation for acknowledgement of their service, but their pride is tempered by humility. Guys like my father knew how fortunate they were to be able to come home when so many did not, and over the years spent around them I never heard anyone bragging.

So as we honor those who served so bravely and courageously that June 6, 1944, it is necessary to note that we are losing those who survived at a rapid pace. Of the 16,000,000 Americans who served during World War II, there are only 499,767 still living (as of 2018), and it is estimated about 350 WWII veterans die each day.

I purposely watched Saving Private Ryan again on Memorial Day, and every time I see it I think of watching it with my Dad many years ago. After the film was over he sat there tough as ever but his voice cracked as he said, "They got it right."

I ask everyone reading this article to watch the full scene of the soldiers coming ashore at Normandy on that day on Omaha Beach. After watching this scene, I think you will agree that no "Thank You" would ever be enough, no amount of glory or honor would ever be sufficient, to assuage the grief those survivors shared with one another.

I think it should be mandatory for this scene to be shown in American history classes all across our nation because 75 years is a long time, but that moment in time should be remembered now and forever.












Saturday, May 25, 2019

Memorial Day – Honoring Those Who Never Came Home



Memorial Day – Honoring Those Who Never Came Home 


It seems to happen every year when Memorial Day comes around again – people do not understand why we celebrate this holiday. They confuse its significance with Veteran's Day or Armed Forces Day, or they just assume it is a holiday to (and someone once said this to me) "remember it's the start of summer." So each year I feel compelled to remind people what it is all about.

It is not about barbecues, going away for a three-day weekend, hitting the beach, or getting great deals in the stores because they have Memorial Day sales – actually it bothers me regarding any major holiday when retail attaches sales to it, especially days like Memorial Day or Veteran's Day because the notion of a "sale" in no way respects the significance of the day. 

Memorial Day was once called Decoration Day and started after the Civil War as a day to decorate graves of those lost in that war. The name changed to Memorial Day after World War II, though not officially until 1967, and became a federal holiday celebrated on the last Monday of May in 1971. 

Anyone who comes from a military family knows the meaning without having to ask. For those like myself whose father came home safely, we cannot forget the contributions of the many who did not. Those families who lost friends and loved ones who served mark the day with solemnity – and everyone else should observe it at least with reverence. 

No matter how you feel politically about things, those who serve in the Armed Forces are far above the minutiae of parties, politicians, and pundits. My Dad once said that when you are on the battlefield you're not thinking I'm a Democrat or a Republican, you're thinking I'm an American and I'm fighting for the country that I love. I have never forgotten that.

When Dad visited the grave of a boy who grew up next door to him, he did so to honor a friend but also as a favor. That boy's mother had also asked him to send a picture because she would never be able to go to France to visit the grave. Dad sent the photo home with a note telling the woman that her son died a hero. Of course, the young man lay in a field of heroes – young people lost before their time but not lost to time. 

Last year when I took the journey to Normandy with my family for the first time, I became overwhelmed by the enormity of the loss commemorated in those fields. The sea of white crosses and Stars of David spread out under a beautiful sky, and standing in the middle of the rows it is almost unfathomable not to be moved by how many gave their lives so we at home could keep living ours.


My children had heard stories about Papa in the war and how he came into France on D-Day, but now they understood the ramifications of that and how fortunate we were that he survived. I mentioned to them that we could multiply that by how many other families were so lucky, but then visiting this place reminds us that many families were not.

So Memorial Day is for honoring those men and women who served our nation and lost their lives. This holiday is meant to respect their memories and be grateful for their sacrifice. Buy a "Buddy"
Poppy if you see a veteran selling them on the street and wear it, because when other veterans or the families of those lost see it, they will know you understand the meaning of this holiday. 


If you can go to a parade and wave a flag. Once again, this rises above divisive politics and means you are honoring those who are the best of us. My Dad used to march in our local parade for many years  at first in his uniform and in later years at the front of the parade dressed as Uncle Sam. He and every person marching in that parade were doing it for those who were lost. Waving the flag, cheering, and clapping your hands supports those marchers you can see and the ethereal ones walking beside them.

Maybe one day I won't need to remind people what Memorial Day is all about, but until then I will keep on doing so. Those who died for all of us deserve nothing less.   

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Something Has To Be Done About Textbooks




As the spring semester ends for colleges and universities across the country, students are done with their classes and, more importantly, no longer have to carry their heavy textbooks across campuses. Many students will return their books to get back a fraction of the cost; others will sell them to friends or lend them to siblings, but many will keep them and absorb the cost. One obvious truth is textbooks seem to be getting bigger and heavier, which unfortunately corresponds with them being more expensive.

My semester is ending too, and I have to carry textbooks for my classes along with students' papers, my attendance folders, and supplies. A few years ago I decided to stop carrying everything in a large briefcase slung on my shoulder because it caused too much pain. I switched to a Samsonite with wheels, and I find that so much better - except when there is heavy rain or snow; then I am forced to put the strap over my shoulder or carry it by the handle.

Two weeks ago students in my technical writing class gave their end of semester presentations. For this assignment they pick something that will improve campus life. A couple of them chose the topic of up textbooks, and they were not only concerned about their heft but their exorbitant price tags. I have always been bothered by this and it reminded me that nothing has changed much since I was lugging heavy, expensive books around campus as a student.

Except so much has changed in terms of technology. There is no reason why any student should be lugging around a twenty pound, $500 textbook. It is beyond absurd when we know that all of a student's textbooks could be found on a thin, light laptop instead. So why does this travesty continue to happen?

Some people blame the textbook companies and others blame faculty, and this could be true in some cases, but I know many of my colleagues share my concern with the cost and heft of textbooks. In my case I assign the minimal amount of textbooks that work for my classes, but sometimes the textbook companies create new editions and that is how they make their money. Since the old editions are no longer available, I have to go with the new ones and thus so do my students.

I always stress to my students to get books for my classes at the lowest price possible - which seems to be renting a digital version. I have no issues with students using laptops or tablets in class, but some instructors do. We have to get over the aversion to technology in the classroom no matter how much we have a love affair with printed books.

While I support the use of digital textbooks in my classes, they are not all created equally. The problems with digital or e-books include the fact that many required books are not available in that format. This would involve the publishers making them available or instructors choosing alternate texts. E-books can be expensive also, and you cannot return them like physical books or share them with a younger sibling or sell them to a friend who is taking the course next semester.

I prefer to read physical books myself. I know it would be infinitely easier to read an electronic version, especially when going on a plane or to a beach, but I like a "page turner" and there is nothing more satisfying than turning an actual page in a real book. I love the smell of a new book, opening it for the first time, and feeling the soft sheen of the pages. There is also the joy of holding an old volume, the smokey, musty smell wafting from its yellowing pages, so I do understand wanting a real book, but that is not practical in the modern classroom, and we have to support this change that is without a doubt inevitable, no matter how slowly it may come.

This problem is not limited to higher education. My children in high school and grammar school are carrying home seriously heavy backpacks. When I pick up their bags it seems someone has slipped a pair of dumbbells in them. It is ridiculous that kids have to lug around such heavy backpacks at school in 2019, and it is detrimental to their health as well.  causing shoulder and back pain.

It is time for a change in classrooms all across the country. Electronic textbooks should be required by all universities, colleges, and K-12 school districts. When students enter a new school year, each one should be given a tablet or laptop for use in class and at home. These devices will have ISBN numbers on them or some other identifying code that can be scanned. Students will be responsible to maintain the devices and return them in the same condition as when they received them. In the best of all worlds, the students' required textbooks could be pre-loaded at the start of the semester by the institution, and in higher education included in their tuition for a nominal fee.

I understand that textbooks companies will be as happy with this proposal as Kodak must have been with digital cameras, but that company changed to meet the needs of the modern world, and the textbook publishers must do the same.

It is getting more expensive to attend colleges and universities, and rising textbook prices are like rubbing salt in students' wounds. While I'll leave the cost of a college education for another day, we owe it to students to cut the cost of textbooks and embrace technology inside and outside of the classroom. Digital textbooks or e-books are a necessary and compelling change that will benefit all students and their professors and teachers as well. 


Saturday, April 27, 2019

Movie Review: ‘Avengers: Endgame’ – The Ending We Didn’t Want But Needed




Movie Review: ‘Avengers: Endgame’ – The Ending We Didn’t Want But Needed

The challenge of writing a review for the latest addition to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avengers: Endgame, is that almost the whole movie is a spoiler. That said, there are some general things from the trailers and still photos from the film that do provide some widely available clues, so I am taking that route and giving away as little as possible.

Most everyone knows what happened in the previous film – Avengers: Infinity War – it’s safe to say that we start off close to where we left off in that film. Half of the universe has been eradicated by the dastardly purple killer Thanos (Josh Brolin), meaning about half of our superheroes also bit the dust. The world descends into turmoil and change, but humans resiliently move forward with their lives as do our beloved surviving characters.

Those Avengers who survive come together slowly – especially Tony Stark (the always terrific Robert Downey Jr.) and Nebulla (Karen Gillan) who are floating in deep space running out of fuel, food, and oxygen. If not for new superhero friend Captain Marvel (Brie Larson), they would have perished.

Marvel brings them back for a reunion with the rest of the survivors – Captain America/Steve Rogers (Chris Evans), Black Widow (Scarlet Johansson), War Machine (Don Cheadle), Bruce Banner/Hulk (Mark Ruffalo), Rocket (Bradley Cooper), Hawkeye (Jeremy Renner), Scott Lang/Ant Man (Paul Rudd) and Thor (the quite hilarious Chris Hemsworth) – and they are a bit divided as to how to proceed.

The reunion basically does not end happily – once again Tony and Steve are on opposite sides, and the group goes its separate ways. Five years go by and we discover a few of them think of a plan that involves trying to save those who perished, but not everyone is on board. Some of the characters have moved on with their lives, and after all things seem like they cannot be changed.

Tony, now a father of a little girl (Alexandra Rachael Rabe) and married to Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow), is finally a happy man, and he does not want to participate in a mission that could jeopardize that happiness. He’s living in the country, drinking healthy smoothies, and that past life is far behind him.

Eventually Tony comes around – thinking about the lost young Peter Parker (Tom Holland) and joins the team as they prepare a plan that could change everything that happened and bring back their friends. While I cannot tell too much more, I can say that the plan involves funny pairings of teams – the best being Rocket and a now overweight, beer drinking Thor – but that plan is dangerous and involves the possibility of death for all team members.

Directors Anthony and Joe Russo have crafted a film that goes beyond the sometimes pedestrian label of blockbuster – the feel of this movie is more gargantuan, and the sense of enormity runs throughout the movie in the opulent settings and exquisite vistas – cinematographer Trent Opalach captures the stunning beauty of planets along with the bloody horror of war – along with pounding, grinding, and sometimes soaring score by Alan Silvestri. 

Writers Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeeley had an enormous task in creating a screenplay that took the threads and loose ends and brought them all together. Amazingly, the 21 films that came before this one all have some sort of part in the puzzle that they piece together assiduously, though throughout there are moments that will break hearts and cause tears, but that is to be expected in what is truly a fitting denouement for the Avengers films.

Despite its epic 181 minutes, the film goes rather quickly after a slow but necessary first act that puts all the plot's elements into place. The longer film format actually works in favor of the characters – and there are so many – affording them opportunities to develop in a way that a shorter film would not allow.

The Russo brothers have made this a spectacle that will please viewers who are longtime fans because they will appreciate the touches big and small that check all the boxes, cross all the t’s, and dot all the i’s. The confrontation they have wanted – to stop Thanos once and for all – is just one of the many rewards in this emotional but thrilling cinematic cornucopia.   

Go see this film before someone spoils if for you, and it is so large in scope that it is meant to be seen on a really big screen. As usual with MCU films, I suggest you stay until the end of the credits. You may not get what you expect, but you will get something you need  an especially apropos moment that connects with ending of the film.

Saturday, April 13, 2019

'Star Wars: Episode IX' Trailer – Shivering Me Timbers






I just saw the trailer for Star Wars: Episode IX and, while it only runs 2:07 minutes, I found myself smiling, shaking, and crying as I watched it. There are so many little and rather big things crammed into those 127 seconds, including seeing an old friend and hearing an old enemy. I am cautiously optimistic, but this trailer suggests that there is much to look forward to in this final film that ends the current trilogy and the nine-movie Skywalker saga.


First of all I started shivering when I saw the title  Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. If nothing else, this gives me a great deal of hope on a number of levels. For one, I never bought Kylo Ren's (Adam Driver) story that Rey (Daisy Ridley) was a nobody as he tells her in The Last Jedi. This is a story I believe he concocts to get her to join him on the dark side of the Force. But the light shines in Rey, perhaps more so than even in young Luke (Mark Hamill) in A New Hope, so it is pretty clear that Rey is indeed somebody and that she will find out that she is a Skywalker. 

The title suggests someone new as a Skywalker – some people have even suggested that Broom Boy (the kid in the last scene of The Last Jedi) may have been unknowingly a Skywalker. My bet is that it is Rey because Luke's lightsaber called to her so deeply in The Force Awakens, and from the trailer it appears that she has reconstructed it after it was destroyed in her duel with Kylo in The Last Jedi. That iconic blue lightsaber belongs in the hands of a Skywalker – it originally belonged to Luke's father Anakin (Hayden Christensen and Jake Lloyd in the prequels) – so it makes sense that it will belong to Rey.

How Rey is a Skywalker is interesting to think about because Anakin supposedly had no father and was born through the Force. His mother tells this story to Qui Gon Jin (Liam Neeson) in The Phantom Menace, so if we take this as truth there is a possibility that Rey too was born out of the Force, but to whom? Could she be a child Leia (Carrie Fisher) had when she was separated from Han? Or perhaps she is Luke's child that he did not know about. Whatever is the case, JJ Abrams has an opportunity to make this an important aspect of the story line.

The trailer also reveals Billie Dee Williams as Lando Calrissian at the helm of the Millennium Falcon with Chewbaca (Joonas Suotamo) and this caused more shivers and shaking. It is such a delight to see Williams as Lando, and the feeling for me is a real connection to the original trilogy that makes sense as the nine-movie saga comes to an end.

There is also a scene where Rey, Poe Dameron (Oscar Issac), and Finn (John Boyega) come upon the remains of the crashed Death Star from Return of the Jedi. Talk about making connections with the original trilogy, this reminds us of how the Empire ended and the Rebel Alliance won; however, it is also how the First Order would get started.

At the very end of the trailer the most haunting thing is not a visual but a sound  – a very familiar and blood curdling one – Emperor Palpatine (the terrific Ian McDiarmid) laughing.  JJ Abrams has confirmed Palpatine will be in The Rise of Skywalker, so we can all swallow that lump in our collective throats and wonder just how he will fit into the story. 


Never has a short trailer done so much to delight and scare me as this one has. Since standing on line as a teenager to see A New Hope to taking my kids to see the new films, I have felt deeply connected to the story. Even in the last films, to see Luke age as I have gives a deeper perspective and understanding to how much I feel for him and the other characters. Many people were upset when they believed Luke died at the end of The Last Jedi because they took it personally, as if they lost a member of their family.

I am not the only one in my family to be excited about the trailer. I showed it to my son and his eyes glowed, and at the end when he heard Palpatine's cackle, his eyes widened and he shouted, "The Emperor's back!" Yes, the guy behind all the misery generated in the original films and the prequels is back – hopefully with a vengeance. Nothing would be more delightful than to see his Force ghost (I know, the Sith weren't supposed to become Force ghosts, but you never know) battling Luke's. It's a long shot, but I can dream, right? 

The anticipation for this film will continue to grow, with no doubt more trailers coming out and toys appearing in stores and online. Sometimes the toys give us clues as to what characters will be in the films and their importance. Before The Last Jedi my son and I saw a nice action figure in the store of Supreme Leader Snoke (played by Andy Serkis), and we had high hopes that he would have a duel with Luke in the movie, but he was quickly dispatched in a disappointing scene, so a great toy doesn't always connect to importance in the film.

We should all be looking forward to all the things that will be coming our way about the film as we await its premier in December. For now, check out the trailer below. 

May the Force be with you!