AHHH I saw this anon right when it was sent and I was like ooh I’ll have to give them a good response and then. Forgot.
I really love the Rogue One movie as it is, there’s a great depth and tragedy with that whole tale unfolding in the span of two-ish hours. But there’s always the craving for more, and honestly I wouldn’t mind prequels? We basically have a firm grasp on Jyn’s backstory, as we get what’s important in the movie and Catalyst and Rebel Rising fill in the details and the rest is up to fanfiction, but just… Cassian. Bodhi. You could do a whole film on each of them.
Bodhi…. Bodhi’s life is the life of any member of the diaspora. The film opens to a not idyllic but comparatively peaceful (loud and bright and colourful, but peaceful) world, heavy with faith and layers and layers of ancient history. So many languages, cultures, small conflicts and great architecture, so much history. You stand at the heart of Jedha and at once feel like a tiny pinprick in the ocean of the Force, a small insignificant point in the grand sprawl of galactic history. But you also feel at home, loved. These people are kind, the children playing football in the alleys call you older brother when they ask you to pass the ball back to them. Sure, there are pickpockets and tricksters looking to swipe credits from starry-eyed offworld tourists, but this is life. Jedha is Life itself.
Bodhi is born into a loving family. Three faces peer into his cradle: his mother, father, older sister. And then the barrage of aunts and uncles and grandparents coming to gift treats and trinkets and blessings. His life is gold and brown and red and orange and yellow; warm even in the cold, well fed even while experiencing no great Coruscanti luxury. His father sinks in and out of the picture. War is brewing, the Force has a metallic taste to it, but it’s like the clouds on a sunny day. Offering shade, almost. Something that can be ignored.