It was three o’clock in the morning when it flickered somewhere in the back of my limbic system that I had somehow overlooked Poe Dameron. Three o’clock in the morning and a solid week after The Rise of Skywalker opened. I mention this because I had not yet seen the new film, and I mention that because this was the first time a modern Star Wars opening came and went without me in a seat at a midnight showing.
I was exhausted. The way you get when an argument with family members drags across decades.