This is one of those places where I feel like I'm outnumbered and will be outreasoned, but I will say that I've only enjoyed Star Wars as a major cultural institution to join into until I saw Rogue One. This movie made me care about the series in a way that I'm convinced I should go back and watch the other 6 again for enjoyment, not because I'm socially guilted to watch it.

This movie is perfect for the person who has never given a shit about Star Wars. The last 40 minutes on the planet (fuck, who cares what the planet's name was) were really stressful and exciting, because you don't actually know the ultimate fate of the protagonists because you only have a general sense of the storyline and you're not 100% sure that they're going to die at the end. It's a motherfucking suicide mission a la Saving Pirates of the Caribbean Ryan except this time, its all about establishing the most engaging cause and effect relationship through action sequences without feeling like they're in arbitrary situations and it leads to bam - the memory of watching Star Wars for the first time in your high school freshman AP English class to learn about Joseph Campbell's hero's cycle, and how it made you feel to watch this movie that all of your white friends were excited about who had parents who were more culturally adept than your own - and then you realize that Princess Leia, who's hair probably swirls in the opposite direction in Australia, looks a little off, and you wonder if that was a CGI rendering and you walk outside of the movie theater and your friends talk about how obvious the CGI was and you nod in agreement and say that you noticed right away, because Star Wars makes sense and feels whole and personal to you for the first time in your life - you feel like you understand, and that's what you remember about movies; not the names of the characters, but how those characters made you feel.