Fast-paced, emotionally straightforward plotting; campy, over-the-top delivery chock-full of clunky exposition; worldbuilding that barely merits the name; broad strokes at characters made with more charm than real substance; and, most importantly, a mile-high, reinforced concrete wall between religion and science. It wasn't perfect, but damnit, it was right.
It makes thirty-two years feel like not all that long to have waited for a new chapter.
And it warms my heart, somehow, to see that R2's become even more crotchety and pointlessly contrary in his old age. I've been looking for a new role model as I creak toward 50.