I saw Rogue One: A Star Wars Story yesterday, and I left the cinema in tears. I love the movie too much! It’s the first time I feel so close to a Star Wars movie. One of the strong points of the film is its diversity in characters: identifying with one of them is easy. Not only that, you feel that the mix is natural, just in the way it happens in our streets. It’s true that the characters aren’t fully developed, but they’re enough as to let the audience follow their quest and imagine their back stories.
[SPOILERS ahead: if you haven’t seen the movie yet, please refrain from reading beyond this point.]
I cried a river during the film. Even if the main topic is hope, we can honestly say that watching your heroes die for a cause for a greater good is hard. I felt betrayed, and yet I left the cinema hopeful.
For some reason, I connected with Captain Cassian Andor quickly. Maybe my brain had seen him before, but I couldn’t recognize the actor. (Yes, I’m horrible at remembering famous people’s names! I use the characters’ names instead!) He has done too much for the cause, even regrettable things that he keeps in his heart. He is a bright cautious man who has spent all his life fighting. However, he has also done things he undoubtedly regrets. He had to do them, but he regrets them. Played by Diego Luna, a Mexican actor, he’s one of a kind. Broken inside, he tries to redeem himself by fighting one last time.
I also loved the Android K-2SO. From now on he’s officially my favorite droid from the Star Wars Universe. He’s funny, although his tendency to give you the odds of “you won’t survive this,” can have the worst timings.
I also adored the rest of the cast, with an exception: Jyn Erso. I know, she’s the female lead of the film, and yet I cannot fully believe her. She is too proud and too volatile. She does what she has to do, but the problem is that I have a hard time believing her background. She’s supposed to come from a humble fighting origin, and yet she is wild and proud. There’s something amiss here.
Chirrut Îme is a blind warrior who believes in the Force. He is a fierce warrior, and it looks like he uses the Force. He is so badass that I was rooting for him from the moment I saw him. (I cannot write here how much I cried when they killed him off!!!) Chirrut travels with his friend Baze Malbus, a Rebel mercenary. The duo is perfect together, and the feeling is that you want to befriend them asap.
Bodhi Rook is the pilot that defects the Empire and helps Galen Erso (Jyn’s Dad) to pass along a message of hope for the Rebels: there’s a way to destroy the Death Star he helped create. This guy is just a cargo pilot, and he seems lost during most of the movie. However, he happens to be a badass guy. He only needed time to show his teeth and his worth.
There are many known faces in the movie, and there’s a shock at the end. By now, you already know why I cried so much during the film: all the Rogue One members die, but the mission is successful. They steal the maps of the Death Star, and they end up in the hands of Princess Leia. Hope, she says. And today, we learn that Carrie Fisher isn’t with us anymore. 2016 is proving to be the Empire, and our departed heroes are proving to be our Rogue One members.
It is shocking how a movie where all heroes perish is capable of bringing you so much hope. Hope for normalcy in diversity. This movie is what movies should be in Hollywood: showing up diversity as a regular thing, not as a rarity to applaud. And yet, even if there’s hope, we all realize how much more we have to work for it and equality.
Now tell me. How much did you cry with this movie?