Dazzling spinoff of series
New ‘Star Wars’ good guys not clean-cut heroes
(8) ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY. Directed by: Gareth Edwards. Starring: Felicity Jones, Diego Luna, Ben Mendelsohn, Donnie Yen, Mads Mikkelsen, Alan Tudyk, Jiang Wen and Forest Whitaker. Showing at: Boardwalk, Walmer Park, Hemingways, Baywest, Baywest IMAX, Bridge. Reviewed by: Robbie Collin.
UNTIL now, the good-evil split in Star Wars has been as cleanly cut as well-carved turkey meat: light and dark tidily arranged on opposite sides of the plate. Rogue One gets stuck into the giblets.
This is the first in a potentially endless series of “Star Wars Stories” spun off from the franchise’s humming fulcrum and it sides with the Rebellion, which is exactly as you’d expect.
This time, though, the good guys aren’t tousled rascals but a covert cell of self-described spies, saboteurs and assassins, staining their hands and consciences in the struggle.
As such, in terms of atmosphere and structure, Rogue One is less of a nostalgia bath than The Force Awakens, last Christmas’s massively successful franchise reviver.
The film is crammed with the kind of cameos and callbacks, from beloved incidental characters to sly recreations of specific shots from the original trilogy, that makes multiple viewing a necessity.
As promised Darth Vader is back, with a box-fresh helmet and cape: three scenes only, though each one is very worth it.
Elsewhere, the late Peter Cushing is digitally resurrected as Death Star boss Moff Tarkin.
Even more startling is the flawless, single-shot CG recreation of a young Princess Leia: send your thoughts and prayers to the Beverly Hills facelift clinics about to be engulfed by customers demanding whatever Carrie Fisher got.
Rogue One’s promise of something familiar but different makes it something of a tightrope walk: even Michael Giacchino’s score, the first in the series not to be composed by John Williams, begins its main theme with that iconic ascending fifth before veering off to melodic pastures new.
But director Gareth Edwards and his cast and crew strike an agile balance throughout. Take the prologue, in which former Empire technologist Galen Erso (Mads Mikkelsen) is captured by Commander Orson Krennic (Ben Mendelsohn), who needs his expert input in the crafting of a new Imperial super-weapon.
Galen’s hideout is on a previously unseen planet called Lah’mu. It’s all green hills and blackened desert, and shrouded in a mist so thick it trickles down the peak of Krennic’s officer’s cap.
The place looks like nothing you’ve seen before in Star Wars – but as you’re scrambling for your bearings, the camera slips into Galen’s farmhouse, and there’s a jug of Luke Skywalker’s favourite blue milk on the kitchen worktop.
Everything different comes sprinkled with crumbs of the familiar. That means despite its darker tone,
Rogue One feels cosily at home in the Star Wars universe, and is crowded with the kind of imagination-tickling details the franchise thrives on.
The film’s world is entirely physical, full of boxy things that hiss and clunk.
One scene alone – a bazaar on the pilgrim moon of Jedha, teeming with astonishing creature puppets – generates enough sparks for 10 further spin-off films at least.
Somewhere in the throng is Galen’s long-lost daughter, Jyn Erso (a spirited Felicity Jones) – raised in the interim by Forest Whitaker’s hardline Rebel zealot, Saw Gerrera – who appeared from Rogue One’s trailers to be the film’s lead character.
She is, just about – although the plot, in which a secret holo-message from Jyn’s father leads to the vital discovery of the Death Star’s notorious weak spot, is one in which she slowly emerges as a heroine thanks to the help of her accompanying rag-tag ensemble.
This team proves tricky to assemble, both in-film and outside of it: particularly in its first act, the storytelling can feel multi-branched and muddled as the cast members’ threads are laboriously tied up.
Only once Jyn is properly inducted into the cause does the bigger picture start to coalesce.
It’s often very big indeed: Edwards’s stint at the 2014 Godzilla reboot’s helm makes him no stranger to earth-ripping set-pieces, and Rogue One’s have been conceived and executed with serious dazzle and grace.
But in its best moments, there’s a yarn-spinning intimacy to it too – an old war story told around a spectacular campfire. – The Telegraph