From “Rey Was Comic-Con’s New Favorite Cosplay, and We’re Loving It”:
Over the course of the con it felt like you couldn’t swing a lit lightsaber and not hit someone dressed like the Force-sensitive young scavenger from Jakku. And considering how important Rey’s character in Star Wars: The Force Awakens was to an entire generation of young female Star Wars fans, it was a wonderful thing to behold.
There's good fantasy and then there's bad fantasy. Fantasy is not just escapism. It is the telling of myths.
Good fantasy teaches us about virtue and inspires us to pursue it. Both Faramir's refusal of the one ring and Princess Leia's willingness to carry out dangerous espionage for the sake of others' liberty are edifying examples that teach the audience about the excellent conduct we should strive for and the sacrifices necessary to achieve it.
The Lord of the Rings and Star Wars alike are modern myths that will, much to the exasperation of their critics, live on as among the supreme cultural works of our era. Both will be read and watched in a thousand years—as long as our species survives that long, that is. They provide their modern readers with the myths to make sense of the ethical questions defining our lives in a similar way that the Illiad served for classical readers. To provide their readers with guidance, those myths need virtuous characters, such as Faramir and Princess Leia, through which their audience can understand their own lives and come to transcend their own vices by empathizing with the heroes of their myths.
Bad fantasy is simple wish-fulfillment and the desire to be the center of attention. It is when we write ourselves into our favorite stories as the all-powerful hero everybody loves. These characters do nothing but allow for us to indulge in our own narcissistic impulses. They teach us that the world, and all its inhabitants, shall always revolve revolve around our own particular plot-lines. Rather than pointing its audience to virtue, these myths teach them to worship themselves.
Rey is bad fantasy incarnate, a specimen of that Mary-Sue trope best relegated to fan-fiction than actually written into a serious narrative. The character was written for the sole purpose of the audience, especially the girls of the audience, to identify with her, and yet her only quality is the plot serving her every. Critics of previous stories are right to point out that women have rarely held the role of main protagonist. However, it is equally sexist to not critique a female character by the same standards as a male character.
Every event Rey is involved with in The Force Awakens only serves to give her an opportunity to display how perfect she is. Does a starship need to be piloted? Well, Rey has those skills? Does Rey need to escape from what I can suppose is one of the most fortified compounds in the universe? Rey has suddenly learned jedi mind tricks. And on, and on, and on. The invisible hand of Providence serves to guide her every move into making her appear a heroine, without all of the sacrifice that being a heroine entails.
The celebration of her character is little but the the egotistical desire to be the plot's preferred (female) character. Rey being a favorite just tells us how shallow people are in their love of characters—and that should not be praised.
So no, I for one am not loving that she is a Comic-Con favorite, and I think an attraction to her character reveals moral dystrophy: The desire to have the fruits at the end of the hero’s journey without the journey, to jump ahead to the confident Luke Skywalker who walked into Jaba’s palace as a Jedi without starting as a whiny farm-boy from Tatooine.