The finale of the trilogy caught me genuinely off-guard in its final chapters, fusing the Tolstoy-in-space philosophical war drama of the past two parts with the sort of sweeping space opera the post-Disney "Star Wars" films have standardized. Here at last we get a final sequence to rival that in "Awakening," and the final moments blaze forward with an almost disorienting speed. That's probably my only complaint: some of the final chapter, which accomplishes so much, feels rushed in comparison to the more deliberately-paced chapters beforehand. In that way, it resembles a Stephen King novel more than Tolstoy, but it sticks the landing admirably.