The draw of this movie to me was "Space Station, 70's, Liv Tyler." What I got was 90 minutes of non-stop bitching by the characters. There's no tragedy here -- the characters start unhappy and end unhappy. Why this and "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" are considered entertainment, I will never know.
I was conflicted over the decision to abandon completely the novels. So I had low expectations for The Force Awakens. The film failed to even meet those expectations. Episode VII is a repeat of Episode IV, a New Hope, with two minor plot changes: the hero is a heroine, no one's right arm gets chopped off. (To be fair, the film has two heroes, Finn is the second and is completely fresh.) Otherwise, it is inexcusably derivative, fanboy fiction. We start off on a desert world where our orphaned, unlikely hero(ine) has a chance encounter with a droid containing classified documents, who needs help to finish his mission ... cue Millenium Falcon's entrance... which leads us to the new super super death star, where the female protagonist gets interrogated and rescued. Even Kylo Ren, the new bad guy, has characters in the film calling him a "Vader wannabe." I suppose there is new secret left to be answered in the new film: is Rey somehow Leia's daughter? Oh wait, that wouldn't be original at all.