Over at my home away from DSNY, MakingStarWars.net, I posted a review of Solo: A Star Wars Story:
As I sat and watched “Solo” for the first time, I kept thinking about kids.
My children. Kids I knew growing up; teenagers I know now – the boys and girls, all at an age when we all thought we were invincible. Then school ends or college comes, and the outlook and focus changes. Wild tales and beautiful ideas and fantastic news — knowledge and experience — erode that feeling of invincibility leaving a thin veneer of bravado.
Watching solo is an awful lot like watching that process; remembering seemingly superhuman friends and acquaintances, witnessing them make a lot of mistakes, but living to tell the tale. Sometimes those people learn from their mistakes. Sometimes they don’t.