There are few movies with which I have a more mixed reaction than Return of the Jedi.
Return of the Jedi (1983)

In 2009, I made a list of my 100 favorite films. I am rewatching all 100 to see how I feel more than a decade later.
There are few movies with which I have a more mixed reaction than Return of the Jedi.
The animation is astoundingly beautiful, the story epic and Shakespearean, the Zimmer score aggressive but stirring. The politics are wonky and the protagonist uninspiring, but the overall product is still mesmerizing. Near-masterpiece.
I’d never argue it’s one of the best, but Ocean’s Eleven is undoubtedly one of the coolest movies I’ve ever seen:
The consensus among my peers in recent years is that To Kill a Mockingbird is Baby’s First Anti-Racism Story with a heavy dollop of white saviorism.
The passage of time is funny.
Part of me wants to be contrarian and rain on all the love this movie gets.
When I watch The Goofy Movie, I become Anton Ego from Ratatouille after he takes that first bite — a crotchety old man brought back to his childhood with some “peasant food.”
Scene 1: Three scoundrels wait at a train station at the end of the world.
The Departed is simultaneously ridiculous and exciting — a potent combination for a watchable movie, but not necessarily a great one.
I fear that I will never again be able to watch The Godfather with fresh eyes or a sense of wonder.