Someone whose destination was unclear was always going to be Reva, now a hobbling husk of her former self after her humbling at the hands of Vader. The finale does a reasonably good job at upping the stakes and throwing a dash of jeopardy into the mix, especially when we know that every main character – all the way down from Kenobi to Aunt Beru – is going to survive.
The choreography is yet again a fantastic marriage of aggression and restraint, embracing a dynamic combination of swordplay and force powers. Natalie Holt’s reworked themes swell in the big moments, providing music fit for the occasion, even if a small part of me really wanted Duel of the Fates to drop in all its glory. The moonlit planet provides a cinematic backdrop for the occasion, once again proving every lightsaber duel is greatly enhanced by taking place in darkness, so red and blue can flood the screen with every swing. It’s an exciting battle that shows Obi-Wan’s strength has returned, displaying it in impressive fashion by slinging boulders at Vader like he’s taking on an Elden Ring boss with a sorcery-heavy build. The fight delivers in all regards and now stands as the best between the two, channelling the tension and grandiose nature of Mustafar without the need for gymnastics and cheesy one-liners, and also blending it with the classiness of their eventual showdown on the Death Star. Vader’s obsession leads to another duel between the two, and the moment Obi-Wan silently equips his lightsaber signals we’re in for a good time.
The other inescapable bond the show centres around is obviously between Vader and his former master.
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