I feel you if you’re worrying (you being the three or four people who actually are present) that this site has devolved into a Star Wars wankfest as of late. However, my retort? I don’t know what to tell you. The Force sculpted my nerd-spine. So when news drops thata new animated series being helmed by legitimate talent is coming down the pipeline, I have almost no choice but to stick my Chewbacca Fleshlight onto my sad Sarlacc and go to work.
God bless the participatory culture that Star Wars generates. A latest example of this wonderful community is a one-minute animation that tells A New Hope’s entire tale.
May 25, 1977. I suspect few of us were even born yet. Even if, like me, your first exposure was the Special Editions in ’97, or an overused VHS copy from the ’80s, it was likely a definitive and defining element of most of our childhoods.
Call me crazy, but I subscribe to the notion that, since its beginning, the universe has been ever-spreading and everything within its massive expansion has gone along for the ride. Following suit, every initial notion with storytelling potential tends to enlarge exponentially, growing with time and purpose into stories and, if the commercial and/or artistic drive remains resolute, these stories multiply into sequels and beyond. This especially holds true for the interstellar saga from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. After its explosive entrance into the public sphere in ‘77, the Star Wars universe took three years to develop from A New Hope into The Empire Strikes Back, wherein its archetypal characters became more complex and their dilemmas darkened as SW’s expansion followed its primary course into the emptiness of space. But then something changed: George Lucas, supreme author, came down and let there be lightness where the darkness once dominated. And this certifiable change is evident in the trilogy’s finale, Return of the Jedi.
I’ve always felt for Porkins. If you can’t recall him immediately, he’s the fat bastard getting thrown all around his X-Wing in A New Hope. I’ve always speculated his ass was too heavy, and they hadn’t calibrated the shocks to meet his beluga-size donkey trunk. He died a forgotten man while that whiny puke Aryan posterchild Skywalker took all the acclaim.
Well fuck that noise! Now it appears some people are giving him the pop he deserves.
Long like Jek.
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