A long time ago in a movie studio far, far away, a man named George Lucas assembled a giant cake called Star Wars—a rickety thing, looking as though at any moment its three tiers would collapse upon themselves. Tasty, though: You had to give him that. And maybe sturdier than it originally looked, since the foundation survived, more or less intact, Lucas’s attempts to stack three more layers on top, 20 years later.
While the Star Wars movies were making their long, $30 billion run at the top of popular American entertainment, a man named Cass Sunstein was off at the University of Chicago and Harvard, teaching and gathering wisdom in a kind of law professor’s version of Yoda in the distant Dagobah system.
The Consumer Product Safety Commission is recalling a Star Wars Darth Vader onesie that urged babies to support the empire, even though no injuries linked to the clothing were reported.
I find it totally fascinating how … loud people get when you make the perfectly reasonable point that Rey, an impossibly competent character in what amounts to a big-budget fan film, is a total Mary Sue (that is, she’s an audience insert into a piece of fan fiction who is impossibly competent and wins the heart of main characters from the show or movie you’re fan-ficcing).
Dr. Jamie Morin, the Pentagon’s top cost assessor, recently priced the total cost of producing and operating the Death Star at $300 quintillion.
Seriously, there are spoilers below. If you haven’t seen Star Wars: The Force Awakens yet you should probably just stop reading now and go to a movie theater. Everyone else saw it this weekend, why didn’t you?
In February 1977, George Lucas screened a rough cut of Star Wars for friends. Among the guests were filmmakers Willard Huyck and Gloria Katz, Matthew Robbins and Hal Barwood, Brian DePalma, and Steven Spielberg—the so-called movie brats.
Star Wars: Episode VII: The Force Awakens is the most Star Wars movie since the original Star Wars. It is a rollicking adventure set in space featuring numerous, fast-paced battles on ground and in the air. It is funny and lighthearted without being childish. It features evil villains and daring good guys and, if you let it, packs an emotional wallop. Those looking for a sci-fi action-adventure film about plucky young heroes going up against immense odds, well, have I got a movie for you!
I always hated the Jawas.
As a kid, the Jawas weren’t scary the way Stormtroopers or Darth Vader were. But there was something unsettling about them. The Tusken Raiders might have been primitive savages who tried to kill Luke Skywalker—who, back then, was my hero—but the Jawas seemed worse. A little bit evil, even. The feeling was so pronounced that in the dozens of times I watched A New Hope as a child, the massacre of the Jawas never roused even a beat of sympathy in me. It was the opposite, actually. Every time C-3PO piled the Jawa carcasses into a funeral pyre, a little part of me thought, Good riddance. They got what they had coming. But I never understood why I felt that way.