If anyone had told me a few years ago that not only would a Star Wars story open itself up to comparisons with the likes of Gillo Pontecorvo’s The Battle of Algiers and Jean-Pierre Melville’s Army of Shadows, it would bear up to these comparisons, I would have dismissed it as hyperbolic fanboy self-importance. Star Wars is Star Wars, a pop-culture blend of samurai film, westerns, war movies and sci-fi serials. Does it need to make itself look important? Relevant? Is that the measure of its worth?
Now, after Andor has run its course, I’m a convert. Not only can Star Wars be about something: it can do so while remaining essentially Star Wars.
A Damn Fine Cup of Culture 