This is the face I imagined Donnie Yen making when being told that his character was going to be basically a blind martial artist.
Disclaimer: I will not give away any Rogue One plot, but I make no promises that I will not state any character characteristics. But who are we kidding, you’re not going to actually even have the chance to read this until my brog is back up, which really might be never.
To cut to the chase, mythical gf and I went and saw Rogue One on “opening night.” Frankly, I’m not thrilled to have to shell out $40 for movie tickets that cost more than a home edition would be, but we live in a world that puts importance on immediacy, mostly because people on social media don’t know how to shut the fuck up, and not seeing things the very moment they’re released leaves one subject to the litany of spoilers that internet blabbermouths are inevitably going to barf out as soon as their fingers reach any sort of keyboard. It also sets the bar extremely high for me to feel like a movie is remotely worth the cost of admission.
Rogue One was an entertaining movie. I found it enjoyable, and nowhere near as bad as anything with Jar-Jar Binks in it. It wasn’t $20 admission-per good, but honestly short of live performance and/or sports, I’m hard pressed to think of many things that are. But I feel like there was an evident amount of care put into the movie that made sure to act as an appropriate addition to the franchise while not stepping on the toes of existing canonical storylines, while executing creative ways to tie existing plots together.
