A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
Adding to the most famous film series in history was always going to be a big ask. And coming hot on the heels of the success of Episode VII, the pressure was really on for Rogue One to deliver. Needing to stay faithful to the wider story while delivering something fresh and accessible, was it all just too much to ask for? Probably. But improbable odds never stopped a rebel before…
Gareth Edward’s affection for the Star Wars saga quietly permeates the whole movie. I’ve seen all of the Star War films (including Force Awakens, which I enjoyed), but I’m no die-hard fan. Yet even I couldn’t help but smile at the little fan moments, those touches that only someone with real love for the story could come up with. Particularly loved Vader boarding the rebel ship as it trys to flee with the plans, illuminated only by his lightsabre. Though Leia’s late appearance came a close second. Yet this sensation was brilliantly controlled, and only done when it served the story. Things never got that fan-fiction feeling. It was never self-indulgent or exclusive. Quite the reverse, you could come to this film knowing nothing about Star Wars, and you’d still have a great time. And it stands on its own merits.
It certainly looked convincing, with a lovely eye for details. Although I struggled with the CG ‘resurrection’ of Peter Cushing as Grand Moff Tarkin. While I respect the skill involved, the whole thing didn’t quite convince for me. I think it’s the eyes- there’s a flatness, a stillness that’s really distracting, constantly reminding you that you’re looking an image, not a person. It worked in small doses, but the extended Tarkin sequences showed the limitations of the tech. Not that it was really bad, or took away from the film as a whole, I just don’t think it was as good as a real actor would have been.
And there’s so much great acting here – a real ensemble piece. Felicity Jones is brilliant, but she’s only a part of a much bigger group. The story really captures what it means to be part of something bigger than yourself. Jyn was a focal point, a way to pull us into the story, but there are small acts of heroism everywhere. History isn’t changed by just one person, but one person can make a difference. A very tricky thing to pull off, and it’s done here with real style.
Every one of the characters makes their mark, as different facets and complexities of the rebellion came to the fore. Chirrut and Baze were particularly brilliant as the obsolete Jedi, clinging without bitterness to their dying way of life. Saw Gerrera showed the cost of giving everything to a cause; Galen how bravery takes different forms. They all felt organic – I particularly loved the way Bodhi grew into his place in the rebellion – and every death had impact. I’m not sure if I have a weakness for sarcastic robots, but I was genuinely affected by K2’s demise.
It was very low key, as endings go. Most of the rebel fleet destroyed, and everyone we’ve spent the last two hours getting to know left dead. I liked the quietness of Jyn and Cassian’s final moments – their closeness acknowledged without any shoehorned romantic involvement. The losses brilliantly balanced how each individual death could be seen as a waste – dead just to buy someone else a few minutes, to plug into a transmitter, to throw a switch. Yet, combined, these small actions manage to achieve something miraculous, snatching a possibility of victory from almost certain destruction. It’s all brilliantly balanced. Hope is alive, but such a fragile little thing. If you were in the rebels’ place, would you think it was worth it?
Even though most of us know the Death Star is eventually destroyed and the Empire overthrown, it feels a heavy price to pay. And with the rise of the First Order, we also know there’s no such thing as victory. Everything comes back around, and everyone will have to make the same choices. This idea is only touched on- nothing too clunking – but when Cassian and his crew talk about having given too much, having done too much, to give up – you can’t help but wonder if you’d be the same. We like to think we’d be brave if the need arose, but I’m not sure most of us would. I’d probably be in the Cantina…
Speaking of which, there’s some lovely world-building done here. Glimpses of a vast and bustling galazy – crowded streets of Jedha, a dank prison transport, bleak but beautiful Lah’mu. I got a distinctly Dubai feel from Scarif, with is perfectly formed white beach islands and towering structures. The film feels epic but on a human scale, which is incredibly tricky to do. It’s fantastically well constructed. There is an astonishing amount of storytelling going on here, yet it never feels lumpen or slow. And it’s all managed while creating something recognisably Star Wars, without feeling too recycled. When the final credits rolled, I honestly felt like clapping. It’s amazing!
What did you think? Was the ending too dark for you? Did you think a familiarity with Star Wars was needed? Did you want to give K2 a hug? Let me know!