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And yeah before I even get into this I know how insane that sounds, especially considering how most people feel about this movie. Like this is not some universally loved classic or even a super respected blockbuster—it’s literally the “yeah it’s alright I guess” Star Wars movie for most people. The one people forget about. The one that came and went. And somehow that’s the movie I’m completely obsessed with.
Also for context I’m a film student and I’ve seen hundreds of films in my lifetime, including a lot of foreign and arthouse stuff, so it’s not like this is the only kind of movie I watch. Which honestly just makes this even weirder. Out of everything I’ve seen, this is the one I’m addicted to revisiting. I don’t even fully understand it myself.
last nights rewatch of the stupid fucking movie was the most powerful rewatch I’ve had of it in a long time so I’m finally gonna try to really figure out why I love this stupid gonzo blockbuster bullshit so much
For me, Solo has slowly become not just my favorite Star Wars movie, but somehow my second favorite film ever and easily my favorite blockbuster ever made. And yeah, I know how that sounds. It’s messy, it’s weird, it has stuff in it that absolutely shouldn’t work—but somehow it all clicks for me. And I’m fully aware of how insane it sounds that I hold the forgotten Han Solo movie from 2018 in this kind of regard, like genuinely putting it up there with my all-time favorites, but I can’t shake it. I don’t even fully understand why I keep coming back to it as much as I do, but I do. Over and over again.
And when I say over and over again, I mean it. I rewatch this thing like 4–5 times a month and I’m not even joking. Ok I’m fucking with you at most it’s like twice a month actually yes typically it’s twice. Even tho I make 4-5 star reviews a month I go on YouTube and rewatch a lot of scenes from this film without fully rewatching it. This movie is straight up addictive to me in a way I can’t really explain. It’s like every time I put it on, something in my brain just lights up. Like a full-on dopamine rush, neuron activation type shit. And don’t even start with the “go outside and get a job” comments—ok fuck yourself I literally work as a video editor for my parents company and I’m a full time college student and film major fuck you , this is part of how I engage with movies lmfao. But seriously, there’s just something about Solo that hits me on this weird chemical level where it’s not even just enjoyment anymore, it’s like I need to revisit it. I just see that shit pop up on Apple TV or Disney plus and I’m like welp time to fuck the shit out of this movie
It’s like there’s something about it I can’t quite explain that just pulls me back in every time, something about it that just deeply resonates with me on a level I can’t fully put into words. It captures everything I love about big, crowd-pleasing movies in its purest form: the pulpy, serial-adventure energy, the scrappy characters, the insane sense of movement and momentum, and a score that feels like it’s constantly pushing the film forward. John Powell’s score here is genuinely perfect to me—sweeping, adventurous, emotional, and endlessly replayable, the kind of music that elevates every single scene into something bigger.
I mean dude listen to these fucking bars
youtu.be/mOsKhd-I560?si=WUGR7zcdq1RsD5JG
youtu.be/wummwZCt5s0?feature=shared
And that’s honestly a huge part of why it feels so addictive. The action sequences and the score together just create this constant high. The train heist, the Kessel Run—those moments don’t just look incredible, they feel incredible. There’s this euphoric rush to them where everything just clicks—the pacing, the visuals, the music—it genuinely gives me this weird, almost overwhelming sense of excitement and happiness every single time. It’s like the movie is engineered to hit every part of my brain that loves cinema at once. It’s chaotic, loud, emotional, and somehow comforting all at the same time.
Amazing scenes:
youtu.be/MkkLmR1kMPY?si=C5lldHbkL5XL2agVyoutu.be/j4Iyrjgn_1g?si=6WbnxFli4_Bbh312youtu.be/lI7lSEC54WM?si=ZOoiZyEi0GKQtdpOyoutu.be/vxXuNmPSsRs?si=s5dfP2xDEULKf1y5youtu.be/tgmD_iIZ1OA?si=naQFyXTwpya8LUhz
It’s the kind of movie that just moves, like it’s barely holding itself together in the best way possible. And on top of that, the craftsmanship just blows me away every time—the train heist and especially the Kessel Run are genuinely jaw-dropping sequences, chaotic and beautiful and exhilarating in a way that feels like pure cinema. Every performance hits for me too, across the board. Everyone feels locked in, like they completely understand the tone and the world, and it makes the whole thing feel alive. Alden Ehrenreich Is phenomenal, Donald glover is brilliant, Emilia Clarke is baddie, this is the most woody harelson he’s ever fucking been god damn he’s so woody harelson in this
But what really makes it stick with me isn’t just the surface-level fun—it’s the fact that underneath all of that, it’s kind of a sad, almost haunting movie that honestly has more raw emotion than pretty much every blockbuster you see today.
The thing I keep coming back to is how lonely it all feels. From the opening on Corellia, the galaxy isn’t this bright, magical place—it’s empty, industrial, and suffocating. Han isn’t the guy we know yet; he’s a kid with nothing, clinging to the one person who makes his life feel real before losing her almost immediately. That moment defines everything that comes after. Every decision he makes feels like an attempt to fill that void, to find people, to find purpose, to not end up completely alone.
And I think that contrast is part of why it hits me so hard emotionally. Because on one level, yeah, it feels like pure adrenaline—like cinematic ecstasy, almost overwhelming in how exciting and alive it feels—but underneath that, it’s carrying all this weight and sadness. So you’re kind of feeling both at the same time, this weird mix of euphoria and melancholy that just sticks with you.
And the movie keeps reinforcing that through everyone he meets. Beckett, Qi’ra, Chewie—they’re all chasing something they’ve lost, all trying to carve out some kind of connection in a galaxy that constantly strips it away. Even when the movie is at its most exciting—train heists, space chases, the Kessel Run—there’s this underlying sense that none of it is as glamorous as it’s supposed to be, which weirdly makes those big moments hit even harder.
And then there’s the way the film weaponizes betrayal. Beckett isn’t just a mentor figure—he’s basically the worst possible version of what Han could become. Someone who’s accepted that the galaxy runs on lies and self-preservation, someone who believes that trusting people is a weakness. The film keeps building toward that idea, layering betrayal into almost every major relationship, until it becomes unavoidable.
What makes it work so well is that Han doesn’t just get betrayed—he learns from it. When he shoots Beckett first, it’s not just a cool character moment or a reference—it’s the turning point. It’s him rejecting that worldview. That’s why I genuinely think Beckett is the origin story. Not the Falcon, not the Kessel Run, not any single event. It’s the relationship. It’s Han seeing exactly who he could become and choosing not to.
The other side of that is Qi’ra, which is honestly one of the most quietly tragic parts of the whole movie. I don’t buy the idea that she never cared about Han—if anything, that’s what makes her choices hurt more. She’s someone who does feel that connection but understands that the galaxy they live in doesn’t allow her to hold onto it. So when she leaves, it doesn’t feel like a twist or a betrayal for shock value—it feels inevitable. It’s the movie doubling down on its core idea: sometimes you don’t lose people because you want to, you lose them because the world you’re in doesn’t give you another option.
By the end, what hits me the most is how the movie balances all of that with this weird, genuine sense of optimism. Han doesn’t “win” in the traditional sense—he doesn’t get the girl, he doesn’t fix the system, and the galaxy is still just as broken as it was at the start. But he’s not alone anymore. He has Chewie. He has the Falcon. He has just enough belief in something better to keep moving forward.
And I think that’s why, no matter how many times I watch it, it never gets old for me. Because as much as it feels like this chaotic adrenaline rush—like something that just floods my brain with excitement and energy—it also leaves me with this strange sense of comfort. Like yeah, things can be messy and unfair and kind of broken, but you can still keep going. You can still find your people.
It’s such a chaotic, unlikely movie, and I completely get why it doesn’t work for a lot of people. In fact that’s part of what makes my obsession with it feel so weird. I’m fully aware most people either think it’s mid or just don’t think about it at all, and meanwhile I’m over here treating it like some kind of life-defining blockbuster experience. There’s a huge disconnect there that I can’t really explain.
again I don’t exactly know why I am addicted to this movie but for some reason it really moves me and resonates with me in a really strong emotional way. And somehow, somehow this widely forgettable prequel that got mixed reviews in 2018 ends up being one of the most emotionally complete and endlessly rewatchable blockbusters I’ve ever seen.
Which is exactly why I love it.
And I’m not gonna recommend Solo to anyone because I know that aren’t gonna fuck with it like I’m not gonna say yea you should watch solo cuz even though I think it’s some kind of ultra peak masterpiece they are just gonna give it a 5/10 because they are right and I am wrong and there’s something off with me
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Also for context I’m a film student and I’ve seen hundreds of films in my lifetime, including a lot of foreign and arthouse stuff, so it’s not like this is the only kind of movie I watch. Which honestly just makes this even weirder. Out of everything I’ve seen, this is the one I’m addicted to revisiting. I don’t even fully understand it myself.
last nights rewatch of the stupid fucking movie was the most powerful rewatch I’ve had of it in a long time so I’m finally gonna try to really figure out why I love this stupid gonzo blockbuster bullshit so much
For me, Solo has slowly become not just my favorite Star Wars movie, but somehow my second favorite film ever and easily my favorite blockbuster ever made. And yeah, I know how that sounds. It’s messy, it’s weird, it has stuff in it that absolutely shouldn’t work—but somehow it all clicks for me. And I’m fully aware of how insane it sounds that I hold the forgotten Han Solo movie from 2018 in this kind of regard, like genuinely putting it up there with my all-time favorites, but I can’t shake it. I don’t even fully understand why I keep coming back to it as much as I do, but I do. Over and over again.
And when I say over and over again, I mean it. I rewatch this thing like 4–5 times a month and I’m not even joking. Ok I’m fucking with you at most it’s like twice a month actually yes typically it’s twice. Even tho I make 4-5 star reviews a month I go on YouTube and rewatch a lot of scenes from this film without fully rewatching it. This movie is straight up addictive to me in a way I can’t really explain. It’s like every time I put it on, something in my brain just lights up. Like a full-on dopamine rush, neuron activation type shit. And don’t even start with the “go outside and get a job” comments—ok fuck yourself I literally work as a video editor for my parents company and I’m a full time college student and film major fuck you , this is part of how I engage with movies lmfao. But seriously, there’s just something about Solo that hits me on this weird chemical level where it’s not even just enjoyment anymore, it’s like I need to revisit it. I just see that shit pop up on Apple TV or Disney plus and I’m like welp time to fuck the shit out of this movie
It’s like there’s something about it I can’t quite explain that just pulls me back in every time, something about it that just deeply resonates with me on a level I can’t fully put into words. It captures everything I love about big, crowd-pleasing movies in its purest form: the pulpy, serial-adventure energy, the scrappy characters, the insane sense of movement and momentum, and a score that feels like it’s constantly pushing the film forward. John Powell’s score here is genuinely perfect to me—sweeping, adventurous, emotional, and endlessly replayable, the kind of music that elevates every single scene into something bigger.
I mean dude listen to these fucking bars
youtu.be/mOsKhd-I560?si=WUGR7zcdq1RsD5JG
youtu.be/wummwZCt5s0?feature=shared
And that’s honestly a huge part of why it feels so addictive. The action sequences and the score together just create this constant high. The train heist, the Kessel Run—those moments don’t just look incredible, they feel incredible. There’s this euphoric rush to them where everything just clicks—the pacing, the visuals, the music—it genuinely gives me this weird, almost overwhelming sense of excitement and happiness every single time. It’s like the movie is engineered to hit every part of my brain that loves cinema at once. It’s chaotic, loud, emotional, and somehow comforting all at the same time.
Amazing scenes:
youtu.be/MkkLmR1kMPY?si=C5lldHbkL5XL2agVyoutu.be/j4Iyrjgn_1g?si=6WbnxFli4_Bbh312youtu.be/lI7lSEC54WM?si=ZOoiZyEi0GKQtdpOyoutu.be/vxXuNmPSsRs?si=s5dfP2xDEULKf1y5youtu.be/tgmD_iIZ1OA?si=naQFyXTwpya8LUhz
It’s the kind of movie that just moves, like it’s barely holding itself together in the best way possible. And on top of that, the craftsmanship just blows me away every time—the train heist and especially the Kessel Run are genuinely jaw-dropping sequences, chaotic and beautiful and exhilarating in a way that feels like pure cinema. Every performance hits for me too, across the board. Everyone feels locked in, like they completely understand the tone and the world, and it makes the whole thing feel alive. Alden Ehrenreich Is phenomenal, Donald glover is brilliant, Emilia Clarke is baddie, this is the most woody harelson he’s ever fucking been god damn he’s so woody harelson in this
But what really makes it stick with me isn’t just the surface-level fun—it’s the fact that underneath all of that, it’s kind of a sad, almost haunting movie that honestly has more raw emotion than pretty much every blockbuster you see today.
The thing I keep coming back to is how lonely it all feels. From the opening on Corellia, the galaxy isn’t this bright, magical place—it’s empty, industrial, and suffocating. Han isn’t the guy we know yet; he’s a kid with nothing, clinging to the one person who makes his life feel real before losing her almost immediately. That moment defines everything that comes after. Every decision he makes feels like an attempt to fill that void, to find people, to find purpose, to not end up completely alone.
And I think that contrast is part of why it hits me so hard emotionally. Because on one level, yeah, it feels like pure adrenaline—like cinematic ecstasy, almost overwhelming in how exciting and alive it feels—but underneath that, it’s carrying all this weight and sadness. So you’re kind of feeling both at the same time, this weird mix of euphoria and melancholy that just sticks with you.
And the movie keeps reinforcing that through everyone he meets. Beckett, Qi’ra, Chewie—they’re all chasing something they’ve lost, all trying to carve out some kind of connection in a galaxy that constantly strips it away. Even when the movie is at its most exciting—train heists, space chases, the Kessel Run—there’s this underlying sense that none of it is as glamorous as it’s supposed to be, which weirdly makes those big moments hit even harder.
And then there’s the way the film weaponizes betrayal. Beckett isn’t just a mentor figure—he’s basically the worst possible version of what Han could become. Someone who’s accepted that the galaxy runs on lies and self-preservation, someone who believes that trusting people is a weakness. The film keeps building toward that idea, layering betrayal into almost every major relationship, until it becomes unavoidable.
What makes it work so well is that Han doesn’t just get betrayed—he learns from it. When he shoots Beckett first, it’s not just a cool character moment or a reference—it’s the turning point. It’s him rejecting that worldview. That’s why I genuinely think Beckett is the origin story. Not the Falcon, not the Kessel Run, not any single event. It’s the relationship. It’s Han seeing exactly who he could become and choosing not to.
The other side of that is Qi’ra, which is honestly one of the most quietly tragic parts of the whole movie. I don’t buy the idea that she never cared about Han—if anything, that’s what makes her choices hurt more. She’s someone who does feel that connection but understands that the galaxy they live in doesn’t allow her to hold onto it. So when she leaves, it doesn’t feel like a twist or a betrayal for shock value—it feels inevitable. It’s the movie doubling down on its core idea: sometimes you don’t lose people because you want to, you lose them because the world you’re in doesn’t give you another option.
By the end, what hits me the most is how the movie balances all of that with this weird, genuine sense of optimism. Han doesn’t “win” in the traditional sense—he doesn’t get the girl, he doesn’t fix the system, and the galaxy is still just as broken as it was at the start. But he’s not alone anymore. He has Chewie. He has the Falcon. He has just enough belief in something better to keep moving forward.
And I think that’s why, no matter how many times I watch it, it never gets old for me. Because as much as it feels like this chaotic adrenaline rush—like something that just floods my brain with excitement and energy—it also leaves me with this strange sense of comfort. Like yeah, things can be messy and unfair and kind of broken, but you can still keep going. You can still find your people.
It’s such a chaotic, unlikely movie, and I completely get why it doesn’t work for a lot of people. In fact that’s part of what makes my obsession with it feel so weird. I’m fully aware most people either think it’s mid or just don’t think about it at all, and meanwhile I’m over here treating it like some kind of life-defining blockbuster experience. There’s a huge disconnect there that I can’t really explain.
again I don’t exactly know why I am addicted to this movie but for some reason it really moves me and resonates with me in a really strong emotional way. And somehow, somehow this widely forgettable prequel that got mixed reviews in 2018 ends up being one of the most emotionally complete and endlessly rewatchable blockbusters I’ve ever seen.
Which is exactly why I love it.
And I’m not gonna recommend Solo to anyone because I know that aren’t gonna fuck with it like I’m not gonna say yea you should watch solo cuz even though I think it’s some kind of ultra peak masterpiece they are just gonna give it a 5/10 because they are right and I am wrong and there’s something off with me
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