Book of Boba Fett. It’s okay. I’m underwhelmed by it, much like the Mandalorian. Temuera Morrison, an incredible actor, is lumbered with an odd role as Boba Fett, a bounty hunter down on his luck, teaching desert tribes how to desert tribe. This is not great, quite frankly, and stinks of white saviour nonsense. In this case, glaringly white, like an advert for skin cancer, as Fett traipses about the desert without any kind of protection against the sun. In the future, he’s a successful crime lord, and in the tragic situation of having a supporting character more interesting than he is, played ably by Ming-Na Wen.
I think part of the problem is Star Wars properties tend to have quite soft edges, and the difficulties in depicting an underworld and a protagonist who is a crime boss in it, complete with assassinations, extortion, racketeering, and so on, and there’s no real grittiness to it.