Masks and helmets have always been a major part of Star Wars costuming, but they take on a new depth of meaning in the sequel trilogy.
I am far from the first person to make a Sally Albright style post, but When Harry Met Sally… is such a great film that I’m not even sorry. Nora Ephron’s screenwriting is on-point and costume designer Gloria Gresham created a wardrobe that feels effortless and lived-in.
Gresham does a particularly good job of reusing garments—there are quality pieces that keep coming back over the film’s span of 12 years, and the continued wear feels believable.
There are absolutely some 80s nightmares of outfits (Marie and Jess’s wedding, I’m looking at you) but this film gets so much right that I’m willing to overlook them.
Kylo: Do you want to know the truth about your parents? Or have you always known? You’ve just hidden it away. You know the truth. Say it.Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi (dir. Rian Johnson, 2017)
Rey: They were nobody.
Kylo: They were filthy junk traders who sold you off for drinking money. They’re dead in a pauper’s grave in the Jakku desert. You have no place in this story; you come from nothing. You’re nothing… but not to me.
When Kylo Ren pulled this page from the Mr Darcy playbook, he addressed one of the biggest mysteries of the sequel trilogy: who is Rey of Jakku?