I get what Rian Johnson, boycott fodder that he is, was trying to do. He wanted to pull a Vince Gilligan-esque emotional aversion of all our expectations. The entire movie has an abject theme of failure built around it; nobody gets anything they want until the hand of fate huddles twelve survivors together in a room.
The problem is our expectations included adventure and excitement—not a carbon copy of the Star Wars from 40 years ago, but the fun, the drama, the popcorn and the characters. Instead we got a 2 hour slow police chase and cartoon hijinks in Space Vegas, with half a bottle of cringe humor dressing emptied on top of it. Even worse, Empire did the same theme much better in 1980, what with Luke punished by harsh reality after running off to play hero too early. Cut to The Last Jedi where...somebody wants something. And they're disappointed. And they get disappointed again.
We also wanted some answers as to where the amazing pilot wizard girl got her powers from, or who Emperor Serkis was supposed to be. That was all "subverted," too. Empire didn't give us all the answers, but it didn't let us down either.
Oh yeah, and all the men are brash, bumbling assholes because us grrls gotta stick together and make sure the males don't make a bigger, stupider mess of everything.