A spoiler-free, reflective and very simplistic post
I spent way more time than the amount I’d ideally desired to thinking on how to write this text. Ordering my thoughts is difficult, especially after during recovery of my anxiety. So, eventually I decided to keep my usual creative writing style out and express myself like when I do in real life (with some exceptions, like when I ravage the English language for the lulz).
I have watched Ahsoka, and I really enjoyed it. And for my pleasure, I was able to spot particular details that made it a way more interesting experience than the pure conglomerate enjoyment I was initially expecting from it. Naturally, I do not know if these details were intended, or were just the product of my imagination -that always seeks to find beauty in everything-. Un-regardless, I always find that trying to shed light on some beauty does make this world a bit less cloudy for some moments.
I really appreciated the fact that, in spite of being part of a franchise, the narration in Ahsoka was solid enough to understand the story and make the characters likeable by itself. I didn’t mind any narrative gaps I had, and even moments and references to previous installments that I didn’t see were adequatedly constructed to understand why they are important in the narration, and found them touching either way. Moreover, I delighted myself in the observation that the season comprises three very well separated narrative blocks – almost as if the 8 episodes could be grouped in a trilogy of movies à la traditionally Star Wars style. I wish we could have had it this way. I can’t fathom how amazing it would had been to relive the Star Wars’ cinematic experience in a proper screening room with this show!
I say this because, while I enjoyed the other Western-like SW shows, I kind of missed the Samurai-like aspect of the previous films, its soft, digestive spirituality and the amazing lore established since the prequel era. With Ahsoka, ever since I watched The Clone Wars some years back, the innocent, child-like enjoyment that I had long forgotten that I associated with Star Wars came again to me. I do not consider myself a world-class fan of the franchise, but I certainly defend that the franchise is part of what made who I am today, and probably triggered my interests in other more humane topics -like cosmology, world religions and cultural diversity-. Short said, Ahsoka worked as a Proust madeleine to me, and this reason alone is enough for me to defend it with heart.
I would love to let my inner child go wild and start commenting details for a loooong while, but I will restrain myself this time. The Star Wars franchise, having reached the pinnacles of dimensionality in corporate entertainment, is (and has always been) a product for kids. Or, at least, adults that want to enjoy things like kids again. It definitely worked for me.