Rogue One sent me into a daze. Here be spoilers, but I’m not putting things under a Read More.
The movie had its issues with characterization and storytelling, but I enjoyed It a lot. I’m looking forward to (friendly. FRIENDLY!!) discussion about gray morality and the meaning of martyrdom and so on with people, but at the end of the day, everyone died and I went home with my belly full of Feelings because ASIAN WARRIOR MONKS! IN SPACE!!
Chirrut and Baze made this movie for me. I love them both, I love their dynamic, I love how two men are allowed such a close and gentle and loving relationship when they are the characters they are. They’re played by a Hong Kong and a mainland Chinese actor respectively! That part of the world isn’t known for its openmindedness to queerness! And I definitely see Chirrut and Baze in a queerplatonic relationship. Mostly because I’m not sure if Chirrut made any vows of celibacy and if he did, whether he’d actually keep them.
(Probably not, lbr.)
But yeah, I had a nice screechy shouty discussion with my mom (who, bless her, is more than a little homophobic) and she totally 100% agreed with me that Chirrut is Baze’s entire reason for living and LEMME JUST TELL YOU I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THEM RIGHT NOW.
better because Chirrut is the subversive laughing monk (which does show up in
Chinese dramas) and Baze is the stereotypical silent-Shandong-BAMF-warrior
type. Like. These dudes are the epitome of traditional Chinese masculinity. There is famous
Chinese classic literature wholly based on these guys. But Chirrut and Baze
play so well off each other and have their quietly devoted relationship that absolutely resembles that of a married old Chinese couple.
I think I’ve found a new OTP.