Part of me dreads the very idea of reviewing a film trailer. Honestly, calling this art is like scraping the bottom a desk for a piece of gum to call food. I just don’t want to do it. But there’s this nagging desire to challenge myself–one that motivates me to write this blog. Plus, I think this flash fiction of a film might be one of the greatest trailers I’ve ever seen in a long time.
I’d even wager it’s up there with the greatest trailer of my generation. Man, that two minute film was far more rewarding and emotional than David Fincher’s supposed masterpiece.
I hope to god that isn’t the case with Rogue One. But you know what, I’m cool with it if it is. Because truthfully, this two minute work of, sigh, art is going to make Felicity Jones an all out star. And much like it did with Daisy Ridley, will have more to do with her unconventional beauty and toughness that is all but missing from the Star Wars my generation grew up with–that being the being Generation X-Y.
Look, I don’t want to reduce these two actresses down to their looks, because honestly we do that to women enough and it’s about time we start dishing out on the men. But my god, they are absolutely stunning in a cinematic aura that seamlessly blends in with the imagery of the film, evoking an emotional response that can be only be described as motherly.
Not that I imply these two characters would make great mothers, though if they did I think would be even more daring. Rather, they capture the essence of what a mother is. They in their ideal state should be the protector of the audience’s hearts, the ones we naturally bond with and root for. And my god, we’re falling in love with these two actresses over the span of these seemingly endless films to come. I know from this piece, Jones has won me over. She embodies beauty in purest state, and not a porn star lust that has permeated art and fashion and hiring practices and just about everything else.