I liked Rey when she first showed up. I felt bad for her sad little solitary life. She would eat crappy microwave good in the shadow of a fallen AT AT while wearing an X-Wing helmet. It was working for me, despite the fact that she would have skin more leathery than George Hamilton's living alone on a desert planet, and most likely her teeth would have fallen out from malnutrition instead of having a set of perfectly straight, pearly white perfect teeth.
Then when she started gilrbossing to Finn I was like "oh I don't like that."
Then when she was the world's best pilot of the Millennium Falcon, I started rolling my eyes.
By the time she was doing the Jedi mind trick without ever having seen it done or even known it existed. I completely checked out and just started looking my phone.
Anchoring the most anticipated trilogy in cinematic history around a complete charisma vacuum was a huge part of the sin against pop culture that is Disney Star Wars.