You'd be gravely disappointed if it was too surprising, or too sophisticated. So relax: The Force Awakens has the campy, familiar warmth of a jean jacket you haven't worn in 25 years that somehow still fits perfectly. It is a luxuriant river of movie-theatre cheese. American cheese. So you grin, not wince, when Oscar Isaac -- as hotshot pilot Poe Dameron, who swaggers around like he walked off the set of either the Saturday Night Fever remake or the cover of Darkness on the Edge of Town -- adds to this supercut. And then, two hours later: "Guys, we got a lot of company." You'll still be grinning.