John Hawkins Just Made the Baby Jesus Cry
Now I like John Hawkins plenty. I think he’s a pretty smart guy and he’s definitely plugged right into the whole blogging scene. But if he expects me to let stand his contention that the only Star Wars movie that merits more than a sluggish yawn was The Phantom Menace, then we may be moving toward pistols at dawn territory.
Say what you will about the Ewoks, but they were as DeNiro in Dog Day Afternoon compared to JarJar Binks and that barely-animated kid who played Anakin. Darth Maul was perhaps the most flat-out boring villain I’ve ever seen in a movie.
I can understand someone not liking the Star Wars movies. Space Opera isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, sci-fi fans included. Lots of folks don’t dig the epic nature of the Hero’s Journey. I nearly packed up the whole franchise and buried it in my mind after Episode II, so tired did I get of the relentless product whoring and movie tie-ins. Lucas’ general sanctimony about the movies and his desire to retain eternal editorial control over what has essentially become a cornerstone of popular culture just got tiresome. That doesn’t mean that the first trilogy wasn’t a masterpiece of adventure and fancy. You don’t have to like the movies to appreciate that they were good. I don’t quite get the folks who deny me even that slight admission. I’m sure John holds his opinion in good faith, but it’s alien to me, like demanding that I divide by zero or something.
In lieu of debating the merits of the movies, I humbly refer my friend to this delightful young lady whose parting advice ought to be a rule for all our lives.
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I loved the first three, way way back in the late 70's and early eighties. I will never forget sitting in the theater waiting for the first one to start. I was mezmerized and became a life long fan. The other three all belong in the toilet as far as I am concerned.