The Acolyte: mea culpa & apologia
In my view, the final two episodes of The Acolyte’s first season redeemed the whole thing. It didn’t become perfect, but it did become something: an actual story, told with perspective and, by the end, with style.
From what I can tell, this is not the consensus. And I don’t deny that flaws remain. But what felt missing that felt so frustrating through five episodes made itself apparent by episodes seven and eight. Let me start with the flaws before I defend the show and issue my mea culpa.
First, Amandla Stenberg is not, at least on this show, a particularly good actress. Her range is minimal; she played both twins almost indistinguishably; and her inability fully to sell her descent to the Dark Side is an understandable hurdle for viewers disappointed with the finale.
Second, the whole idea of twin sisters played by the same actress was goofy from word go and never paid off. Alas.
Third, it’s true that we were not in need of a replay of The Last Jedi’s basic beats: revisionist Jedi deconstruction mediated by Rashomon-like competing memories of an ambiguous tragic accident whose misunderstandings turn a hero into a villain.
Fourth, I still don’t understand why the twins had to be separated at the end, nor exactly why Mae’s memory of Osha has to be erased entirely—yet with the hope that they would one day be reunited. Huh?
Fifth and finally, I grasp the seven-year long frustration with Disney seemingly trying to undermine the Jedi at every turn in the Star Wars extended canon. Once the coolest, most mysterious characters around, they’re now lying bureaucrats who can’t be trusted, and who certainly are no match for the Sith.
Let me begin in reverse.
To begin, don’t blame Disney or Rian Johnson. Blame George Lucas. He’s the one who not only told of a thousand-year Jedi reign brought down by the Dark Side and the Empire—raising the question, “Why and how did they lose?”—but also offered his own answer in the prequel trilogy. That answer was: sectarian insularity, political sclerosis, spiritual blindness, and institutional decadence. If you don’t like Jedi as weak and foolish celibate wizard cops more eager to save their own hide than to protect the weak, then blame Lucas, not the last decade of Star Wars canon. It’s his fault.
Besides, he was right. He was always telling a fall-of-Rome descent from a republic to an empire, and if it was all happening beneath the noses of the Jedi, and if a rival rose quickly enough and powerful enough to wipe them out in a flash, then doubtless they were at fault to some extent. And The Phantom Menace clinched the deal: Qui-Gon Jinn is the fly in the ointment whose death at the hands of Darth Maul simultaneously ensures (a) the defeat of the Jedi, since they will no longer have a critical voice in their midst to possibly heed, and (b) the return of the Jedi, since his dying wish was for Anakin to be trained, and Anakin proved himself the Chosen One prophesied to bring balance to the Force by destroying Palpatine. (Reminder: Episode IX never happened.)
Granted all this, it was an inspired choice by Leslye Headland to make the final image of the series the iconic head of Yoda, framed from behind. If Yoda’s life is more or less coextensive with the rule of the Jedi, then he’s got to take some blame as well. There’s no retconning of evil here. There’s the hint—and it’s only a hint for now—that Yoda may not be a blameless saint in the centuries-long march to Order 66. He may even have covered up a scandal or too in his time the way a shrewd political operator might. And why not? Surely a millennium of peace and justice is worth a few secrets between Jedi Masters.
I repeat: While Yoda presided on the Jedi Council for centuries, Darth Plagueis and his apprentices flourished, culminating in Darth Sidious, Darth Maul, and Darth Tyranus. The defections from the Jedi were accumulating one after another in the decades leading to Anakin’s training—this is canon already by Episode II, since that film reveals that Yoda trained Tyranus (i.e., Count Dooku) before he in turn trained Qui-Gon, left the Order, and joined Sidious—which raises the question: How long had such defections been occurring, and why wasn’t the alarm being sounded more widely? The fact that the Stranger turns out to have been a former Padawan of Vernestra’s, a fact known to Yoda, is neither revisionism nor deconstruction: it’s a logical deduction. It’s putting a name where a blank used to be.
True, The Acolyte is now part of a story meant to fill in the gaps between Plagueis, whom we learn about in Episode III, and the “vergence in the Force” mentioned in Episode I, namely Anakin’s miraculous birth without a human father. I suppose that makes it one more prequel connected to the Skywalker Saga. But in this case is that so bad? It makes narrative sense that Plagueis had false starts and mixed results in his attempts to create and sustain life with midi-chlorians alone. Osha and Mae appear to have been part of the run-up to Anakin. Given Palpatine and Dooku’s respective ages in the prequels, this show is only a few decades out from their births and thus only a couple more from their turning to the Dark Side. The question now is who ends up killing Plagueis: the Stranger, Osha, or Palpatine. If not Palpatine, then we might actually see it happen on screen. (It could be Osha who takes on Palpatine as an acolyte, not Plagueis—now there’s some double-barrelled retconning.)
Turning back to the show itself, let me note a few more virtues and reconsiderations, given my boredom and annoyance just a few weeks back.
First, I reiterate my affection for Lee Jung-jae as Sol. What I wasn’t prepared for was coming to appreciate Rebecca Henderson’s performance. Vernestra seemed both boring and bored in early episodes. I now see that she was meant to embody the cynical self-interest of the decadent Jedi, running in notable parallel with the nameless imperial bureaucrats scrambling for patronage, status, and safety in Andor. She’s not meant to be cool or likable. She’s the very reason the Jedi fall, and the Republic with them. I should have been more patient.
Second, I thought the finale was expertly made. I’ll even go so far as to say that the lightsaber duel between Sol and the Stranger struck me as the most creative, distinctive, unique Jedi action choreography put on film since the fight between Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and Maul in The Phantom Menace. That’s 25 years, y’all! (The only rival is the throne room scene in Episode VIII, but that isn’t a lightsaber duel; it’s two Force- and lightsaber-wielding fighters facing off against Snoke’s Praetorian Guard.) Too often lightsaber duels are little more than glorified sword fights. But these are wizards! Who can do magic! Who can float and fly and manipulate objects through space, including their own bodies! Where’s the creativity? We saw it on display in this episode, with more than one nod to Hong Kong action cinema. Kudos to Hanelle M. Culpepper, the director.
Kudos also to the composer, Michael Abels. The music and cinematography were finally atmospheric; they made you feel something, rather than serving as so much visual and aural wallpaper for “made-for-TV Star Wars.” Lee sells the hell out of his anguish, inner turmoil, and (even in the end) refusal to accept responsibility and insistence on his own innocence, his own righteousness. No one can doubt his good intentions, but he did in fact invade a secluded town, woo a child away from it, kill her mother, lie about it, and maintain a decade-long cover-up.
It’s for this reason, third, that I buy Osha’s turn, even if her acting doesn’t sell it the way Lee’s does. The one man she looked up to for so long not only kept the truth from her the whole time; he himself killed her mother. That shattering moment shatters her whole world. How could it not? Everything else he told her must be a lie. The Jedi rejected her, after all. The Stranger hasn’t lied once. Sol becomes collateral damage, even as his death at her hands is a point of no return. She’s committed. She’ll be trained. She’ll become an Acolyte to the Sith.
Now, do I take back what I wrote previously about the way they should have told this story? No. This was always the right story to tell, but it took them too long to get there, and they should never have told it from the vantage of the Jedi Temple and its inner workings. It should have been from Mae and Osha’s viewpoint from the start. Nor were all eight episodes of the season equally successful. Two, four, and six (if I recall) were duds. One, three, and five range from solid to good. And seven and eight were excellent. Perhaps, if there’s a second season, they can build on this momentum and keep the quality high. It doesn’t hurt that we can begin the season from Osha and Plagueis’ perspective, rather than starting all over again.
Having said all that, the fundamental question posed by my last post was this: Does The Acolyte once and for all confirm, in conjunction with other established Star Wars canon, that the Dark Side is definitively stronger than the Light? So that it remains an utter mystery how the Jedi remained in power for so long? Yes, it does. The question remains. This show won’t answer it. But perhaps another one—or a film, like James Mangold’s Dawn of the Jedi—will. My hope is now nonzero.
Mea culpa.
