If the seventh episode was carried in the arms mainly in the West, then the praises of Rogue One are sung almost everywhere. They say it's dark, realistic, well-thought-out, logical, politically believable, psychologically correct, well-written, well acted, and in fact Lucas himself is having a rest! No, comrades, no! And yes, despite the cries of realism just five seconds ago, I again anticipate the cackling resentment in the style of "why is he looking for logic and remembering science here - it's a fairy tale!!!". Without wishing to be cunning, I repeat: this is not a fairy tale, but a space opera. That is, an epic, high fantasy a la "Lord of the Rings", but only in a futuristic setting. And secondly, I've already explained many times how fantasy differs from fantasies (yes, yes, emphasis on the last syllable). Anyway, let's begin....
