So one thing I really fucking loved about Rogue One happens before the movie even begins and it is this: lack of Main Theme + opening crawl.
We knew that Rogue One was going to be a totally different type of story than any other Star Wars film we’ve ever seen. But this just brings it home. You see A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away come up on that screen and the entire theater waits in silence, breath held, because we all know what’s coming next.
But suddenly, it doesn’t. Instead of the orchestration blasting right at us, it’s the silence that is startling. We’re thrown right into the middle of this story like these characters are. We don’t get to see The Story So Far, because there is no “story”. Not for these people.
They don’t have a plot line. Theirs is not a saga. They don’t have a family legacy that spans generations and wars and an entire galaxy. They aren’t even out to save the damn thing at first. They just want to survive, maybe even do what’s right. None of them were trying to change the course of history.
The war isn’t their story. They didn’t even know they were in a story to begin with. But they keep fighting anyway, to see it through to its end.