I’ve said a few times that I have issues with the too-short, beady-eyed, Prius-driving Alden Ehrenreich pretending to be the young Han Solo. I could’ve submitted to Ansel Elgort in a New York minute, but not this guy. You can’t “play” Han Solo — you have to be him or nothing. If only Kathy Kennedy and Lawrence Kasdan had decided to make the film about Han Solo’s younger brother, Benjamin Solo, a rogue-ish smuggler who always wanted to make the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs but never had a fast-enough ship. Or Shepherd Solo, Han’s uncle who was always the black sheep of the Solo family. I could’ve accepted Aldenreich as either character, no prob.