Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Princess Leia (Deborah Abbott) complains, whines, bitches, and claims to know all that makes Han Solo less than the real man she’d like to date, all while looking like she’s been caught in the vortex of a sparkly-looking art film. There’s nothing arty about it, and in fact, the visual effects only serve as a distraction, as if trying to give something else to those already annoyed after the first few seconds of Leia’s complaints. So Han swaggers, he’s into the Millenium Falcon, doesn’t mind a Wookie as a co-pilot, and shoots off his gun, as Leia tries to sweetly say.
But he’s everyone’s Han Solo. A man’s gotta live his own way, the way he wants. If this was the Leia that Han found in his adventures in the universe, then a trip through hyperspace without her would be all the better.
