In Solo: A Star Wars Story, does anything new from John Powell fall in line with the original legacy? Very little it would seem. In fact, the only goose bump moments I got originate with John Williams. Around 1:45 into “Reminiscence Therapy,” we hear the latter’s quintessential Tie fighter music from A New Hope. Thus, Williams promotes what Powell cannot: true wonder and spectacle.

For “Corellia Chase”, Powell’s active orchestrations remain noisy and frantic. A berserk percussion and brass ensemble have a field day… yet at what emotional cost?

Like a mud pit which has been emptied and refilled countless times, Powell remains comfortable. Perhaps he should have dug a fresh patch. Then as the “Marauders Arrive,” choirs navigate Avatar territory. What a distraction! Similar faults can be found during “Train Heist,” only Jerry Goldsmith ends up copied.

Perhaps the best in show, “Lando’s Closet” struck an unexpectedly delightful note as Han Solo (Alden Ehrenreich) and Qi’ra (Emilia Clark) share a kiss. Such sensuous lines make us yearn for equal measures in the surrounding score. Alas.

Coming to a garbage dump near you, “Break Out” signifies David Arnold’s awesomeness minus any of the requisite fireworks or pulse-pounding mayhem.

Overall, Solo: A Star Wars Story earns an unimpressive two stars.