I have a confession to make. Karl and I went to see Rogue One on Saturday. Every review I've seen says it's just an amazing movie and such a good addition to the franchise. I think I need to watch it again. I'm not sure if was because we were sitting in the row right behind the vibrating chairs so were getting some residual soothing vibrations, the PBJ I ate right before we went, the housework I did that morning, being super pregnant, or just the fact that it's been wayyyy too many months since I've had coffee, but I almost fell asleep during it. I know. I KNOW. I'm a horrible human being.
I don't normally fall asleep during movies, but I like to knit at home while I watch TV to stay awake and focused. Theaters usually keep me engaged enough that I'm not at risk of distraction what with the giant screen and loud noises, but apparently Saturday was just not my day.
The movie was good. The ending was perfect and I'm so glad I stayed awake for it. There were a lot of extra little things that fans of the franchise will love. It just started kind of slow and I think that's when it lost me.
I'm sorry, Rogue One. It's not you, it's me. I'm just in a weird head space. I promise that next time I watch you (and there will be a next time) I'll be on the edge of my seat the entire time, fully engaged, and wide awake. Let's try this again. I really do think we're meant to be.