Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I thought we’d take a quick jaunt to a galaxy far, far away, as we check back in on the harried Cassian and his adventures in Andor. Our first episode offered an anxious pressure cooker of a premiere, with Cassian’s unintentional killing of two empire sentries instigating a pan-galactic manhunt at the hands of one overzealous deputy inspector. Meanwhile, Cassian himself is basically cashing in all favors, his pursuit of his long-lost sister temporarily yielding to the necessity of surviving the next forty-eight hours.
It was a gripping, grounded premiere on the whole, articulating the lived experience of the empire for those huddling below, with no great destiny or magical powers likely to save them. And Cassian himself embodies that refreshing realism; he is not seeking to change the world, he is only pursuing his sister, hoping to carve out some fragment of peace and normalcy under the omnipresent but frequently indifferent gaze of their oppressive overlords. Cassian isn’t a “chosen one,” he’s just determined and unlucky, one of the countless nobodies that fate has thrust into a position to do some meaningful, lasting good in the world. We are not naturally destined to kick fascism’s teeth in, but when that jaw is presented, it is our collective duty to kick with all our might. Let’s see how Cassian fares!