The only movies I have seen in theaters in the past five years have been Star Wars movies. (Before that I saw Tron: Legacy)
I went into The Force Awakens with dubious expectations. The prequel trilogy had damaged me as it has damaged so many others. But from the first scene Episode VII turned me into a little kid again, as excited and smiling as I had been when I saw Return of the Jedi on the big screen.
So I had high hopes for Rogue One. I had kept myself as spoiler free as possible to better let it wash over me on the big screen, to let it transport me back to that childhood where I didn’t even know what spoilers were.
Only, it didn’t. It was odd. I could see how well crafted every scene was, I could see how interesting and skillfully written every character was. But it didn’t move me like The Force Awakens had. And when Rogue One ended I found myself entirely untouched by what was objectively a very emotional ending. I walked out of the theater strangely unfulfilled.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
And the more I thought about it, the better I liked it. I liked knowing these stories, these characters. I found greater appreciation for the cast that gave so much to let the Skywalker Family Reunion happen in the upcoming movies.
And I found more appreciation for the work that had gone into making a movie that fit so well with a movie made forty years earlier. I loved the X-Wing pilots in their 70’s mustaches. I loved the outfits that harked back to earth styles that had faded before I went to kindergarten.
So, while Rogue One wasn’t able to transport me back to my six year old self, it is a movie that works for a whole different set of reasons.
Semi-Comical aside: While I was watching Rogue One I kept thinking “Why isn’t Krennic limping? Where is his cane?” It wasn’t until two days later I realized I was conflating him with MacPhearson from Space Mutiny.