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Today was consumed by Star Wars. Oh, sure, I meandered through the University Street Fair and took a nap, but pretty much Star Wars.
There was a film crew there who asked if I would be in their little documentary (The Audience Strikes Back) and I gave them a few thoughts directly after the movie.
After a few hours of brain percolation, some of the answers have changed.
Sure, as a few hours of entertainment, I enjoyed the movie. The action was the best so far, and I truly geeked over the tech - the shapes the starships were taking were familiar, and I could see the evolution of tech from shiny to war-scarred and the direction it would take made sense. Story-wise...
Well, like any tragedy, I end up supremely annoyed with the characters.
And annoyed with Lucas. I never needed the prequels - part of the magic of Star Wars was the shape of the silence: "Years ago, you served my father in the Clone Wars." The details didn't matter, just a sense of galactic scope. And Lucas ruined that a bit, taking green and purple and orange crayons and coloring in the white space of a Mondrian. Sure, he stayed in the lines, mostly, but it was completely unnecessary. Midichlorians were just the bright puce polka-dots, really.
My bright spot is that this month in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van there have been a lot of wonderful Star Wars fics recs and I've wandered my way out to the other side and got sucked into the rebuilding of the Jedi order and... err... may have been sucked in by some Luke/Mara fics.
There was a film crew there who asked if I would be in their little documentary (The Audience Strikes Back) and I gave them a few thoughts directly after the movie.
After a few hours of brain percolation, some of the answers have changed.
Sure, as a few hours of entertainment, I enjoyed the movie. The action was the best so far, and I truly geeked over the tech - the shapes the starships were taking were familiar, and I could see the evolution of tech from shiny to war-scarred and the direction it would take made sense. Story-wise...
Well, like any tragedy, I end up supremely annoyed with the characters.
And annoyed with Lucas. I never needed the prequels - part of the magic of Star Wars was the shape of the silence: "Years ago, you served my father in the Clone Wars." The details didn't matter, just a sense of galactic scope. And Lucas ruined that a bit, taking green and purple and orange crayons and coloring in the white space of a Mondrian. Sure, he stayed in the lines, mostly, but it was completely unnecessary. Midichlorians were just the bright puce polka-dots, really.
My bright spot is that this month in
crack_van there have been a lot of wonderful Star Wars fics recs and I've wandered my way out to the other side and got sucked into the rebuilding of the Jedi order and... err... may have been sucked in by some Luke/Mara fics.
