can I just say as a brief aside how much I love Hux. He looks like the deranged personification of the most unhinged British foreign policy choices circa 1890. He looks like he should be wearing a pith helmet and screaming about the colonials. He looks like he should be in the jungle trying to locate Kurtz and hating every second of it. He looks like he is Kurtz. He looks like a boy they left behind on the island at the end of Lord of the Flies because he cannibalized Piggy. He looks like he should be wearing jodhpurs and puttees and using his manservant as a human mounting block to get on his camel. He looks like a Rudyard Kipling short story. He looks like he thinks World War I is going to be over before Christmas. He looks like he might inherit a small barony and will immediately evict the tenants. He looks like he engineered an elaborate plot to get another boy expelled from Eton because he snapped him in the ass with a towel in the locker room one time, He looks like murdered a commoner for saying Queen Victoria was fucking John Brown. 

Turn of the century lookin ass motherfucker. I love him. 

Like, I think I’ve said this before, but I can’t overstate it enough: I think people don’t give enough credit to the combination of the people who did the casting, and Domhnall Gleeson, because there was no actor on this green Earth who was going to so flawlessly, cuttingly, razor-sharply spot-on eviscerate that particular extremely British stereotype as a ginger with a green passport and a bunch of silent letters in his name, you know?

Ain’t nobody hates the British like an Irishman. He did fucking research, and brought every ounce of frothing-at-the-mouth nuance a single human could channel, born of hundreds of years of hate and persecution and bloody oppression, cranked that shit up to eleven, and broke off the knob.

(Oh I hadn’t known that Oswald Mosley was Anglo-Irish. Well shit, that makes it personal, no fucking wonder Gleeson had such a fucking field day.)

Never mind the “Who shot first?” stuff; THIS is the defining moment of the Han Solo character:










Everyone else was just like: “Oh, fuck: It’s Vader!” and standing around in shock and terror when Vader was revealed. Even Chewie.

Most people, I suspect, would have that reaction. 

Meanwhile, Han’s first reaction, instinctively, in less than a second, was to grab a gun and try to flat-out end the guy.

He failed, of course. But God Damn if you can’t appreciate the effort. 

Also, he grabs his girl’s hand. Not only is he going to end Vader, he’s going to do so while reassuring the woman he loves that this monster who tortured her won’t hurt her again as long as he’s there to do something about it.

The point of this scene:

Han was nothing to Vader. Not really. Han was just a normal, average guy. Vader didn’t think too much of him. 

“I have superpowers; you don’t!”

But then: doesn’t Han show more love, affection, guts and courage in this moment than any Jedi warrior ever could? 

Thus, Vader is shown up.

Attempting to kill an evil wizard with a regular gun is one of the most Han Solo things ever. I don’t think most people would even bother trying, because you can’t just shoot Darth Vader, right? Of course not. But Han’s gonna goddamn try it anyway.

Yeah, basically’ Han tried.

Sometimes that’s all you can ever ask of someone. 

Just one of many reasons I love this man

With Han, you never have to wonder, “Why didn’t he just shoot them?” Whenever you’d think that, he shoots them.

Han Solo is a practical soul and if he’s got the chance to just shoot them he’s gonna take it

#ironically this turned into a thesis on why han probably shot first