Here be spoilers, Gentle Reader! Read with caution!
I’ve always been a Star Wars girl. I first went to see A New Hope at age 1 in 1977, in the drive in with my parents. I dressed as Princess Leia for multiple Halloweens; I had long hair, so my aunt was able to recreate the buns perfectly. I had a Star Wars lunch box to go with my Wonder Woman underroos. I was very specific in my obsessions: DC Comics, and Star Wars.
Yesterday, DH and I went to see Rogue One as a celebration for finishing the end of the semester. Grades are turned in, and only a few odds and ends are left to take care of. I thought the movie was wonderful, definitely a different movie from The Force Awakens, so if you’re going in looking for something similar, you’ll be disappointed.
While the story focused on hope–“Rebellions are built on hope”–it’s ultimately a very dark movie. The good guys lose; the bad guys win. The battle, anyways. I did not expect the end to be so dark, especially for a more recent Star Wars movie. The Empire Strikes Back, sure, but not something in the same 20 years as Episode I (I still insist that, no matter how young, a future Darth Vader never in his life said, “Wheeee!!!”). I teared up more than once in the movie, and while that’s not necessarily a hard thing (Gentle Reader, I cry very easily!), it says something about the movie at hand.
Ultimately, wonderful. Definitely a great movie to enjoy and watch again.
Did you see it, Friends? What did you think?