Had hoped loving Andor would make me love Rogue One, as a sort of extended finale, but instead I just felt sad that most of my favorite characters were missing. It's fine, there's some decent action and it's allowed to be grim and hopeful at the same time, but I've never been a huge Star Wars guy and Andor has, ironically, made it so I probably never will be.
"The world moves for love, it kneels before it in awe."
I know my credibility as a film fan, and possibly my sanity, may be called into question, but M. Night Shyamalan's masterpiece doesn't feature ghosts, superheroes, or aliens. It involves the things we shall not speak of (but really should, like religion, politics, etc.), good colors and bad colors, and, most importantly, an affecting love story wrapped up in a timely fable of post-9/11 fear-mongering. With a surprisingly deep…
