Here’s the official press release from Lucasfilm. MORE TO COME….
"Lucasfilm and Colin Trevorrow have mutually chosen to part ways on Star Wars: Episode IX. Colin has been a wonderful collaborator throughout the development process but we have all come to the conclusion that our visions for the project differ. We wish Colin the best and will be sharing more information about the film soon."
Colin Trevorrow is coming off his own worst nightmare: "The Book of Henry." I decided to catch a press screening of the film earlier last month because, well, I wanted to see some of Trevorrow's chops before the "Star Wars" storm hits next year. What I didn't expect was the worst movie of the year, which, as it stands now, "The Book of Henry" most definitely is. A sentimental, misguided, confused and jumbled mess of a movie. A horrid mix of genres that never adds up. I warned "Star Wars" fans to buckle their seat belts because there would be no end to the disruptors claiming that Trevorrow is not suited for Episode IX's director chair.
In all honesty, Disney can probably make any sub-par filmmaker look competent enough. These movies are, after all, creatively controlled by them so the scope is very limited in how Colin could have frankly fucked this up. Sure, it's a little different with Rian Johnson as he has had a considerable impact on the creative process with Disney, but Colin not as important. We do know he was on a tight leash so this news wasn't unexpected.
In all honesty, Disney can probably make any sub-par filmmaker look competent enough. These movies are, after all, creatively controlled by them so the scope is very limited in how Colin could have frankly fucked this up. Sure, it's a little different with Rian Johnson as he has had a considerable impact on the creative process with Disney, but Colin not as important. We do know he was on a tight leash so this news wasn't unexpected.
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