He’s long since stopped working with the geniuses of old, replacing them with young, idealistic artists who revere him as some sort of living Man-God and long to carry on his legacy rather than forging their own. The inmates run the asylum now as Lucas long ago stopped listening to his soul as an artist - his heart as a storyteller – and has since begun listening to the slavering fanboys who cry themselves to sleep at night with their Darth Vader backpacks clutched close to their chests lest they separate it from their beating hearts.
But those days are gone, in their place an endless stream of merchandising not meant for the average consumer, but the hyper specialized fan who still to this day must own everything and anything properly branded with the Star Wars logo. Complete with an extended ending, CG Harry and No Ewok celebration song.Ī long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…life was good and a movie named Star Wars rocked our god damned faces off. So for those folks (and those who have to suffer listening to or reading those folks) I offer the Ridley Scott style four-hour cut of my original review. So of course you can imagine the response I got when, you know, I actually had something negative to say about a Star Wars property (for a few hours.) And then the argument showed up. And in not mentioning it, I got beaned in the head by a lonely troll swinging his lightsaber around in defense of something not even under attack. Phantom Menace came out in ’99 and it was only the highest grossing movie of the year asshole.” But mixed in with all the great movie talk was this one sorry, sad, pathetic e-mail that read: “Fuck you. I got a lot of e-mail about 1982 and people’s other favorite years. Matrix, Iron Giant, Blair Witch, Sixth Sense, Spy Who Shagged Me. Hell, just a few weeks ago I was discussing on a podcast about how this was the best cinematic summer since ’82, and then we talked about other great summers. And there’s nothing they hate more than a perceived slight to the piece of art that makes everything in their dreary little lives make sense. These guys are programmed - positively hard wired with the shit. I mean I knew it was going to rear its ugly head. When I originally sat down to write this piece, I thought about adding in a rebuttal to one of the longest running arguments for Post-trilogy criticism there is.
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