My second day of the new year was spent with a pretty bad migraine, painkillers, and eventually a movie date with Ottie to catch Rogue One: A Star Wars Story. I broke out my new baseball cap from Zaful simply to add a little something to the outfit, but caps and glasses don’t mix well so I stashed it away in the later part of the day. Can’t wait for the rest of my Zaful package to arrive so that I can assemble them! They were supposed to arrive for Christmas but shipping delays happened I guess.
Anyway, there’s a small Rogue One movie review after the photos (spoilers!):
So the whole reason for our date was because Ottie really wanted to catch this latest Star Wars instalment at the theatres, because he was tired of having to tiptoe around the internet to avoid spoilers. I even retorted the day before with what I thought was a smart-ass comment, that – spoiler alert – it was going to have a happy ending. That’s always been the Star Wars trend, and now that Disney bought the rights and it’s made PG? Yeah.
I was never so happy to be proven wrong. Sure, the first half of the movie nearly killed the both of us with the history lessons and excruciatingly slow, disjointed pace. At one point I tuned out and started contemplating death and pondering over the process of making a will while colourful CG effects whizzed by in front of my out-of-focused eyeballs. If we weren’t in the theatres, I’d totally have moved on to other pastures. Luckily, we were quite trapped in one, and thus made it to the good bits when the story finally got its bearings and everything went snap – the direction, flow, action, and special effects were so unexpectedly good that Ottie and I kept looking at each other and nodding in approval in between scenes. Oh, and everyone died. I never thought that Star Wars would allow that to happen, and so this was the movie that totally reinstated my hope in the franchise.
GG, Rogue One.
Outfit photos assisted by Ottie.