"I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess." -Martin Luther

Thursday, April 07, 2016

Rogue One Existential Trailer Review

Regarding this new trailer for Rogue One,

I'm a bit sad that there are zero scenes of anyone doing anything in space, except for things floating around the Death Star. For Star Wars there's a dramatic lack of wars among the stars. I get the impression script-writers don't trust themselves to create drama when everyone is isolated in the cockpit of a different starfighter, not able to see each other, struggling to communicate and work together effectively.

Now that I think about it that's weird because that seems like a great allegory for the human experience.

Instead, put everyone on the ground, with space-machine guns. But we still don't know how to to have characters actually interact, so we have them express general angst against the world by doing lots of violence to the people we probably ought to believe are real people, but can't because of how they're wearing masks and getting in the way of our goals.

Finally the giant industrial monsters the faceless humans created loom above us, picking off nameless supporting characters who we never actually got to know, because of that problem of not being able to communicate or see people. So we don't really care about them, but there's still some good futility communicated by the camera angle.

I'm just beginning to wonder what the point of it all is when I'm interrupted: The point is to look really cool in athletic evil ninja armor, because after all you're a stereotypical stereotype-breaking strong woman, which means you are helpless to do anything but act like you don't care what people think about you, feel a deep sense of sadness that you can't actually know anyone, and pursue a cause for which you don't care, and for which you have no justification to care.

Of course you want to hit the masked people who got you into this mess.

At least you are being honest about yourself: wearing your angst and your concerns about your moral status on your sleeve. Still, you make sure you look perfect too, so no one can relate to you, stuck inside your cockpit, behind your mask, desperately wishing you could relate to another human being and not risk being rejected.

But are any of them actually human, if we can't see behind their masks? And if none of them are human, who is going to look behind your mask, and remind you that you are?