Yesterday we watched Rogue One followed by Star Wars 4K77.
I realized that due to working on my years-long project of shot-by-shot color correction of A New Hope, the experience of watching Star Wars has broken down into a series of varying emotional reactions to the colors on screen. For example, I was forced to remark several times on the beauty of particular shots while gazing sadly at those that failed to live up to the Technicolor standard. The story of the film and its greater universe totally disappeared while in this state, even though we just finished watching Rogue One.
