I minded Starkiller a whole lot more after the first watch. Upon rewatches, however, it matters less and less to me because it isn't ultimately what the climax is about. What it's about is the characters, Starkiller is just an excuse to get them there. Unlike the ending of the original film, in which the focus is very much the battle itself. In that regard TFA has more in common with the ending of ESB or ROTJ. Is it still a problem? Yes, but not nearly as big as I initially thought.

Not to mention that, while this is still an excuse, it's not wrong either:
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I feel like we've covered the duel a lot already, but as for Rey mind tricking the trooper:

I don't think that's at all a stretch because exactly one scene prior we saw Kylo breaking into her mind and her fighting back. We know she's just witnessed someone use the Force to attempt to read a mind and that she's resisted it; it's not a big leap from breaking into minds to suggesting those minds do things. And it's not as if she succeeded at first either, it took three tries.

At the end of the day Luke using the Force to take down the Death Star would seem to come out of nowhere as well, but we all accept that just fine. Not sure why this scenario is any different.

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Haven't seen Carol or H8 yet to see if they change anything, but at the moment:

Best of the year goes to Fury Road hands down, followed closely by Inherent Vice. I know not everyone liked the latter, but I could have spent another four hours in the theatre watching it. Absolutely beautiful to look at, and full of the deftest combination of hilarity and paranoia I've seen in a movie--watching it was akin to getting high oneself. And the performances were all knockouts, with Katherine Waterston making a huge first impression and Joaquin Phoenix proving yet again to be my favorite actor working today.

Worst goes to Terminator Genysis . That fucking movie.

VFX definitely goes to Fury Road in my book. Star Wars was gorgeous, but as said above there was nothing new there.

Best Newcomer goes to Daisy Ridley--in a cast full of fantastic performances she stood out as just phenomenal. Most Versatile to Oscar Isaac--between A Most Violent Year, Ex Machina and Star Wars he played three completely different roles to perfection.

Most Forgettable goes to The Martian --in compiling the list of movies I'd seen this year in order to rank and review them I completely forgot that I had seen it.

Lamer wrote:

I expected Chewbacca to go mental and kill everyone.

I'm not sure what more people were expecting. He shot everyone in sight and then blew the hell out of the place. It's not like he was going to charge all the way down to the bridge to try to tear Ren's arms off. He may have a bloodlust but he's not stupid.

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Second viewing.. some observations

Saw it on the biggest IMAX screen in the world tonight. More questions...

* Why did Fin want to leave in Rey in the bar? And 10 minutes later he was freaking out when she was being carried away. It's like that contrived rom-com formula where they have be break up for a bit, except this one felt totally unmotivated.

* Why doesn't Chewie fire his bow several times when Han dies? Just one lame shot and a long pause and then turns to stormtroopers. His best mate just died. He should have been hammering Kylo with rapid fire as soon as the saber went through Han. And what's he doing during the whole duel scene? He could've helped them out. Lucky the planet took so long to explode as Poe blew up the thermal oscillator ages ago.

Okay, that first one is unfair. There's a big difference between leaving someone who's safe and with friends (and pleading with her to stay safe) and watching her being carried off unconscious by the enemy bad guy. They were parting as friends the first time, the second time he was seeing her being captured by the man he watched slaughter an entire village.

Considering all the other enemies that were decimated by it, Chewie probably assumed Kylo was dead. Plus if he hadn't immediately dealt with the other troopers he and the others would probably have been shot to pieces.

In that vein, on r/starwars it was suggested that Ackbar, upon seeing BB-8's hologram, burst out with "It's a map!" I lol'ed.

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Snoke is fucking stupid and lame, John Williams phones it in, the 3rd act is lazy and the lightsaber fight feels like a weird cheat because these characters should not be able to hold their own for more than a few seconds with 0 training. Also there's way too much crucial backstory that goes unexplained (It really takes the kick out of the Han Solo death when you have no idea why his son turned evil, who the fuck Snoke is, etc).

Other than that, the movie's pretty awesome, great new characters, Harrison Ford crushes it, cinematography and vfx are great, good pacing and action sequences.

I agreed with you on the score the first view, but the second time I found myself liking it quite a bit more. It's not as melodic as Williams' previous stuff, but Rey's Theme and The Jedi Steps are both lovely pieces of music.

As for the duel--that complaint has been popping up a lot and I utterly disagree with it. They spend a lot of time building up how powerful Chewie's bowcaster is so when Ren gets gutshot with it you understand just how much it probably fucked him up. Finn would have had some sort of melee combat training as a stormtrooper, and even then there are moments where you can see Ren is toying with him. And not only has Rey been established as being able to handle herself in melee combat, Ren doesn't want to kill her--he wants to take her back to Snoke. So overall I completely buy the final duel.

Everyone on the speculation threads on TFN and r/starwars desperately want to believe he's Plagueis. This despite the fact that a.) Palpatine is explicitly said to have killed him, b.) his species in-canon isn't Snoke's, and c.) Disney is distancing themselves as far from the prequels as possible. I personally got really damn excited when it looked like he was gonna be an eldritch abomination, to the point where I was almost disappointed to see his hologram fade out.

Whatever he is, I can't wait to see more of him--more Serkis in my Star Wars, please. The mocap was great, too--his being a hologram and being softly lit probably helped there, because while Maz is also great, the texturing on her in particular, the eyes entered uncanny valley for me when she was in bright light.

I'm going back and forth on whether to rate this movie higher than RotJ. That one had an incredible climax mixed with a wildly uneven everything else, while TFA, for me, is a mostly awesome everything else mixed in with a half-lackluster climax. I think TFA has the edge in that, in RotJ, all the interesting character action happens in the throne room, whereas TFA is filled with nothing *but* interesting/endearing characters. We forgive RotJ largely because of one sequence (well, two, the space battle and the throne room are distinct), while imo TFA only has one sequence that needs forgiveness (the almost-afterthought of the fighter attack on Starkiller Base). And even though it's a major flaw, I can already tell on the rewatch that'll matter less because I'm so eager to experience Rey and Finn and Poe and Kylo again.

avatar wrote:

How did Poe get off Jakku?

This one bothers me too. If it's something they deliberately brushed over because it's a setup for some twist as regards his character in VIII I'll be fine with it, oherwise it's rather deus ex machina-y. Wouldn't have required more than a couple lines of dialogue about the Resistance being alerted to the Falcon chase on Jakku and heading to pick up Poe, which is why I think it *could* be something they avoided explaining for a reason.

avatar wrote:

Yes, and all the call backs. Must have been dozens of them. I had a bad feeling about fan-service. We panned lazy nostalgia with Terminator Genisys (no new ideas!), don't know why it gets a free pass here.

YMMV of couse, but it felt so much more earned here by and large. Apart from the big ones that are in every film anyway (Wilhelm, bad feeling), they're by and large casual and/or appropriate (two examples from the Falcon: the gas masks/smuggling compartments make perfect sense in context, while Finn throwing away the remote for a split second doesn't detract anything or become overly wink wink). Whereas in Genysis they're shoving it in your face so obnoxiously, being as dramatic as possible about stuff like rehashing COME WITH ME IF YOU WANNA LIVE to make sure the audience got it. It's lazy and exploitative, where TFA is far more playful and tries to throw in callbacks that make sense in the context of the scene.

Were there still too many? Yeah, probably. But no one bellowed an iconic line from the previous films at the camera apropos of nothing, they didn't shove them in your face, and on the whole it felt like something being done out of love rather than checking the boxes for the applause opening night.

Also, Genysis' script was a piece of shit otherwise whereas TFA has plenty of great original dialogue to balance out the throwbacks (Poe's "Who talks first? You talk first, I talk first?" is one of my new favorite SW funny moments.)

Keep in mind that bowcaster is insanely powerful--it's shown as knocking people off their feet when they get shot. And Finn has most likely had melee combat training as a stormtrooper (they do have that riot gear, after all). Add to that the fact that Kylo is pretty volatile and inexperienced and I think it's an even enough match up. Viewing Kylo as a badass is the wrong approach to take, I think--they're very clearly presenting him as a childish, confused figure who *wants* to be Vader but is in no way capable of it. The trick with the blaster bolt is cool, but largely flash, not a lot of substance, compared to Vader just absorbing the bolts with his palm.

One thing that the film absolutely nailed is exactly what Dorkman told Abrams to nail in his open letter--the characters. Finn and Poe are each such damn fun, and Rey is completely badass and endearing without being a Mary Sue. Kylo is such a compelling villain, he's completely different from a Vader clone and is in a lot of ways what Anakin should have been. That's true of all the new leads, none of them is a copy of an OT character, they're all completely new people. Even if I'd had a middling response to the film rather than the mostly-love that I did, I would still go back to VIII without hesitation for these characters.

Really enjoyed it, but I'm not at all sure how I feel about the climax. I didn't feel Starkiller Base had enough buildup, and the tension of the third act suffers as a result--the final duel is intense as all hell, but the dogfight feels almost like an afterthought.

Also not sure how to feel about Han's death, I love what they've done with Kylo but I don't think they gave us enough of his and Han's relationship for it to truly feel meaningful.

That said, I absolutely loved a lot of the rest of it and will be enumerating how as we discuss, I'm sure. Just wanted to get my only big complaints out of the way up front.

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The first thing I thought was "God, I feel bad for Brian."

Seriously, this looks like hot trash. Granted, trailers can be all kinds of misleading, but all the PR they've done for this movie has been saying they're going for a more cerebral tone, and *this* is the first thing they give us?

Don't get me wrong, I don't at all like TNG, and I love the funny adventurous feel of TOS. But there was always a balance between fun and thought there, and that balance is nowhere to be seen here. This was their first chance to prove to us that this movie was gonna be what was promised, and they blew it. And that's not even touching the problem of yet another cheap callback to earlier films.

Also, the fact that Pegg's initial script was rejected for being "too Star Trek" has me all sorts of concerned.

I'll still go see it, of course, and I'll try my hardest to reserve judgment as this is only the first teaser. But god, this makes me sad.

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Revenge of the Jedi (we did a thing!), in which we go out with a bang and Nate has a stroke. (If you never listen to anything else we've done on the show please skip to the Home One battle plan scene on this episode—I've never laughed so hard in my life).

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So with everyone's schedules getting increasingly frantic (seniors in college), we've decided to call a halt to regular operations. This was always meant to be a fun thing, and we didn't want it to become a burden, so we're ceasing biweekly episodes for now. We'll still put out content—Jb needs to hate on Spider-Man 3, Nate needs to get drunk while watching The Room, and we most definitely need to talk The Force Awakens and all the other movies that came out in the latter half of 2015—but it'll be whenever we have the time to do it at leisure rather than on a biweekly basis.

Thanks so much to all of you who took the time to listen! Your support meant everything, and knowing we had an audience to do this for was wonderful. And, of course, thanks so much to the DiF crew for inspiring us to do this in the first place. We had some laughs, had some fights, and put out several episodes we're rather pleased with. Until next episode, may the Force be with you all!

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Awesome, I look forward to listening!

@Fireproof, the movie had such potential but just floundered. Some striking visuals and really cool moments stirred into a whole bunch of mediocre/disappointing/etc. Not anything to do with ScarJo, though, she was fantastic as always.

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The Star Wars saga continues in glorious 4:3 (thanks, George) with The Empire Strikes Back. Many thanks to guest stars Brenna and Christian for showing up last-minute to replace Nate and Jb and doing a stellar job.

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I'll fully admit that I have a pretty visceral distaste for it, probably more than it deserves. For me, in addition to its mediocre writing and its reliance on pop culture as a crutch, it's just so masturbatory. It's unhealthy, IMO, and it's the exact sort of fantasy I'd have had a few years ago--the whole world becomes obsessed with the things I like, I get the perfect girl without having to undergo any personal change whatsoever, etc. etc. Sure, Cline pays lip service to the notion that you have to get off the computer and have real relationships, but that's not a theme that's prevalent throughout the book, it's sorta just dropped at the end as an escape route. All of which wouldn't bother me nearly so much if the book did have interesting things to say about all the pop culture stuff, but it just doesn't.

It's kinda like the WAYDM crew feel about Pan's Labyrinth, for me. If it weren't so universally acclaimed I wouldn't have nearly as much hate for it, but as is the overwhelming love coupled with its flaws coupled with my overwhelming dislike for nostalgia porn just made it the perfect storm. I don't begrudge someone their enjoyment of it, just like I don't think someone is an awful person for liking TPM, but I just had this visceral hatred for it that I had to exorcise.

The following isn't really a review at all. It starts as a review of Ready Player One by Ernest Cline, but that's just a jumping-off point to discuss the nature of nostalgia porn in general, specifically as it relates to recent film culture. I wrote it as a blog entry and thought I'd post it here, see if it has any merit. Writing it was a cathartic experience, as it basically sums up my extreme frustration with nostalgia porn in general but also touches on my hope for franchise films as they relate to art.

Also, Ready Player One spoilers--that wouldn't fit in the title. tongue

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When did we, as a culture, become so scared of stories that matter?

I ask this having recently finished Ernest Cline’s novel Ready Player One, a book that is apparently widely beloved. And certainly wildly successful—as of this writing it has over 200,000 reviews on Goodreads, was placed in the Top 10 lists of multiple publications the year it was printed, and is being adapted into a feature film directed by none other than Steven Spielberg. All of this inordinately depresses me, because the book is, not to put too fine a point on it, fucking awful.

Ready Player One tells the story of a dystopian future in which climate change has ravaged the planet, economic inequality runs rampant, and people are living in stacks of mobile homes supported by steel scaffolding. Rest assured, however, readers—none of this is explored with any substance whatsoever. Rather, it forms the necessary background for the book’s true concern: the 1980s. See, the future’s resident eccentric billionaire, James Halliday, has created a massive virtual reality/MMORPG called OASIS, an escapist realm that is stuffed to the gills with references to his favorite movies, video games, books, and music, most of which come from the 80s. When Halliday dies, he reveals that his entire 200 billion dollar fortune will be given to whichever OASIS player can use their knowledge of 80s trivia to complete a massive quest and pass through three gates to a final challenge. Thus, most of the world is now living almost entirely in their computers, obsessed with memorizing details of Halliday’s favorite pop cultural artifacts. Our Hero, Wade, is himself one of these searchers, and, in a plot arc that holds pretty much no surprises at all, manages to use his 80s knowledge to beat the odds, win the fortune, and—of course—get the Manic Pixie Dream Girl with absolutely no personal growth on his part.

I don’t say that Ready Player One is fucking awful because it’s poorly written, although it is. The prose is riddled with the voiceless “I did X, she did Y, the vase looked like V” syntax that plagues the YA market, none of the characters’ voices are distinguishable from each other, and the plot is painfully predictable. No, I say it’s fucking awful because it’s the epitome of a tyranny that has our current popular culture throttled in its grip—cheap nostalgia.

In his famous essay “E Unibus Pluram: Television and U. S. Fiction”, David Foster Wallace lamented what he saw as the slow death of popular culture due to cheap irony. It’s important to clarify that DFW didn’t object to all irony—he viewed it as a crucial component of effective satire. However, in his words:

Sarcasm, parody, absurdism and irony are great ways to strip off stuff’s mask and show the unpleasant reality behind it. The problem is that once the rules of art are debunked, and once the  unpleasant realities the irony diagnoses are revealed and diagnosed, then what do we do? Irony’s useful for debunking illusions, but most  of the illusion-debunking in the U.S. has now been done and redone. Once everybody knows that equality of opportunity is bunk and Mike Brady’s bunk and Just Say No is bunk, now what do we do? All we seem to want to  do is keep ridiculing the stuff. Postmodern irony and cynicism’s become an end in itself, a measure of hip sophistication and literary savvy.  Few artists dare to try to talk about ways of working toward redeeming what’s wrong, because they’ll look sentimental and naive to all the weary ironists. Irony’s gone from liberating to enslaving. There’s some great essay somewhere that has a line about irony being the song of the  prisoner who’s come to love his cage.

Similarly, not all nostalgia is bad. What’s bad is the kind of nostalgia that runs rampant through our culture in general and Ready Player One in particular: the kind that has nothing to say about the things it’s nostalgic for, and more importantly what those nostalgic objects stand for in their own right. Here’s a representative sample of the book’s engagement with a cultural artifact:

“I was just reading this great piece on Ewoks: The Battle for Endor.”

“Made for TV. Released in 1985,” I recited. Star Wars trivia was one of my specialties. “Total garbage. A real low point in the history of the Wars.”

“Says you, assface. It has some great moments.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It doesn’t. It’s even worse than that first Ewok flick, Caravan of Courage. They shoulda called it Caravan of Suck.”

The first thing that’s wrong with this exchange is that there’s absolutely nothing real about it. Two actual fans of a property would never stop in the middle of a conversation to name-check the movie’s name, release date, and critical reception—this is a full half dozen lines of dialogue that serve no purpose except to assure the audience that if they don’t get it, it’s okay, the book is going to explain it all to them.  This, however, could be forgiven—it’s bad writing, sure, but this kind of as-you-know-speak is all too common in any sort of fiction these days, and has been for all eternity. The larger problem is that this is the deepest that any of the book’s copious references goes. In real life, while the two friends may not have begun a deep critical introspection on the meaning of The Battle for Endor, they would at least bicker as to the precise reasons whether or not it’s a work of artistic merit. Here, their conversation serves no purpose other than to wink at the reader. Hey, remember that obscure Star Wars TV movie? It sucked, right? Ha, okay, moving on. More often than not, it’s even shallower than this; Cline simply uses pop culture references as set dressing, saying that this vehicle looks exactly like the DeLorean or that enemy is dressed like a Cylon from Battlestar Galactica ad nauseum. There’s not a single original description that I can think of offhand.

As much as I despised Ready Player One in particular, this is a problem that is far from limited to one particular novel. Our current film landscape is saturated with it. Quick, what do Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Terminator: Genysis, A Good Day to Die Hard, and Star Trek Into Darkness have in common? A complete lack of respect for their source material. They and other franchise-zombie cash grabs like them don’t even attempt to understand what made their predecessors great movies to begin with, or to take the values and ideas presented by those predecessors and examine them in a new light. Rather than attempting to make their own artistic, philosophical, or cinematic statements—or, hell, even just to make their own memorable moments—they’re replete with nothing but nods to past movies. Hey, remember when Indy was scared of snakes in the first movie? He’s scared of snakes again! Ha, okay, moving on. Hey, remember when Arnie said “I’ll be back”? Let’s repeat it completely out of context for the canned laughter! Ha, moving on. Hey, remember when Spock had a meaningful, thematically resonant death in The Wrath of Khan? Let’s restage that death down to the camera angles, only switch Kirk and Spock’s positions. And then bring Kirk back, because we can’t kill our box office draw. Moving on. Hey, remember when...

And, like a copy of a copy of a copy, the life drains further and further away with each successive installment.

It seems idiotic. Why would anyone want to spend ten dollars to see reference after cheap reference to a great work of art when they could simply just go back to the great work of art itself? Unfortunately it works damn near every time. Crystal Skull and Into Darkness were each the highest-grossing films of their respective franchises. A Good Day to Die Hard tripled its production budget. Genysis didn’t do as well as expected, but still grossed a cool $440 million and has sequels on the way. Our third Spider-Man series in eight years is on the way. And, of course, the alarmingly cynical Jurassic World just grossed 1.5 billion dollars, placing it in the top five highest-grossing features of all time.

We should want better. As a culture, as filmgoers, as readers. But we don’t seem to particularly care. And the result? A decade full of stagnant, tired ghosts of Way Back When that, in another decade, will be worth absolutely nothing because they didn’t bother to say anything themselves.

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“Which came first, Star Wars or the cynicism?” asks Chris Hanel in his film The Formula. It’s a question that I had on my mind throughout my read of Ready Player One. Has our culture always been this plastic, this shallow, or has franchise growth genuinely lessened our culture’s desire to interact with art?

The Formula, released thirteen years ago, is prescient in this way about much of fan culture in general and Star Wars fan culture in particular. It’s an exercise in metafiction—a fan film about a group of four friends making a fan film. Hanel’s character, Tom, has been utterly embittered by the disappointment that was The Phantom Menace, and is attempting to work through his issues by making his own lightsaber duel in his backyard. Unfortunately, even this is tainted by his utter hatred for the thing he once loved. “Did I watch Star Wars because I was miserable?” he asks, “Or was I miserable because I watched Star Wars?” As the film progresses, Tom finds himself bankrupt from filming costs, alienated from his best friends, and transformed into a contemptible, embittered person. By the end of the film, he’s been brought around, realizing that his film is “only a movie” and through its completion purging himself of his hatred for Star Wars. But a throwaway reference to Attack of the Clones’ upcoming release is a subtle reminder that disillusionment may again be just around the corner.

Hanel’s film resonated intensely with me when I first saw it, and remains a work of art that I see quite a bit of myself in. Besides this, it’s a shining example of how a book like Ready Player One should be written. The Formula’s fifty-minute runtime is absolutely stuffed with references to pop culture—there’s a fight scene that’s a blatant homage to The Matrix, a shell-shocked Tom delivers a line-for-line recreation of Quint’s famous Indianapolis monologue (waiting for rescue whilst being devoured by sharks has been replaced with waiting in the rain for The Phantom Menace’s premiere), and of course bits and pieces of Star Wars and Star Trek mythology litter its script. But none of it feels cheap, or unearned. The reason for this is that Hanel understands Star Wars, understands its fans, and made a film that grew out of this understanding. It’s a film that delights in referencing its influences, and that delight is there because it’s not simply parroting them word for word. It’s turning them over in its hands, examining their cracks and fault lines and mechanisms, and attempting to say something new and meaningful about those bits and pieces rather than simply using them for a cheap laugh. To paraphrase the line that the film’s title is taken from, there’s a difference between mastering a form and plugging in a formula.

A similar instance of a pop-culture-laden piece of media becoming meaningful art in its own right is the rise of RedLetterMedia’s reviews of the Star Wars prequels. By the time the first of the reviews was released, The Phantom Menace had existed for a decade. Fandom still hadn’t healed. Indeed, it had gotten if anything even more toxic, endlessly wailing about various minutiae that existed in the movie as evidence of its “raping their childhood”. RedLetterMedia could have simply exploited this, posting a fifteen-minute rant about the stupidity of Jar-Jar Binks, the idiocy of Meatbeard, and so on and so forth. The video may very well have been popular, and would have pressed all the right buttons among prequel-haters. Instead, the reviewers strove for the same understanding that The Formula possesses—just why are these movies so reviled? What do their flaws say about art in general? And should we care?

The result was a masterpiece of criticism. “Mr. Plinkett”, the aged serial killer who delivers the reviews, uses the prequels to study film theory, story structure, and film’s effect on pop culture. His rants are carefully constructed, the videos that accompany them meticulously edited. And not a shred of pandering is present—there’s nary a mention of Jar-Jar Binks and other superficial problems. In crafting their reviews this way, RLM created works of art themselves. You don’t need to have watched the Star Wars prequels to be alternately stunned and uproarious at Plinkett’s incredibly black sense of humor, or to appreciate his insights into how movies work. The reviews stand on their own, because rather than simply repeating tired gags and talking points they determined to say something new about the property they analyze. And chances are, when no one remembers anything meaningful about Terminator Genysis or Star Trek Into Darkness, Mr. Plinkett will still be floating around the internet.

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Most franchise installments these days don’t follow the wisdom present in The Formula or the RedLetterMedia reviews. And they don’t need to—Jurassic World had nothing new or interesting to say and still succeeded beyond its makers' wildest dreams.

But. But.

It’s worth considering that the two biggest movie phenomena of the first decade of the 21st century were the Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Harry Potter series. Neither of these is an original work—both are adaptations of equally popular novels. Each grossed billions of dollars, but of course that isn’t a hallmark of art—as I said above, Jurassic World managed to make over half the money the Lord of the Rings trilogy did. More interesting is their staying power. It’s been almost fifteen years since The Fellowship of the Ring was released in theatres, and its pervasive cultural presence shows no signs of diminishing. The same applies to Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.

Obviously, the fact that both were based on pre-existing properties is a large reason for their success. But their staying power can’t be attributed to that. The reason that they have and will continue to endure as classic works of art long after most other franchise-based films have faded away is that they understand the foundations that they’re based on. That’s not to say they’re perfect adaptations—Potter in particular is often a pale shadow of the books it’s based on. However, each series ultimately reflects the qualities that are at the heart of its source material. The importance of love, and faith in one’s friends. The magic that can be found in other worlds. The knowledge that the triumph of Good over Evil is never quick, and never easy, but always worth fighting for. These films have meaning, and that is why they’ve endured.

That, I honestly believe, is why Star Wars: The Force Awakens is the most important film that will be released this year, or for a few years. Why the reaction to its trailers and posters and other bits of advance media have been absolutely massive. Why it’s already set to, in its opening weekend, obliterate any and all box office records. Part of it is that it’s based on a beloved pre-existing property, and Star Wars fans can and will endure anything that bears that name. But the part that goes beyond brand loyalty, that has people wildly excited rather than simply expectant, is that J. J. Abrams understands Star Wars.

It’s the film’s second teaser and theatrical trailer that have made this most plain. “The Force is strong in my family,” says a distant Luke Skywalker in the former. “My father has it. I have it. My sister has it. You have that power too.” And in the latter. . . “It’s true—all of it,” says Han Solo, looking worse the wear for the thirty-five years since we’ve last seen him. “The dark side, the Jedi. They’re real.”  “The Force,” says a mysterious voice, “it’s calling to you. . .just let it in.”

This is what matters, ultimately. Not that Abrams has a visual sense for what Star Wars should look like, although he certainly does. Not that he’s gotten the old cast back, although God bless him for doing so. What matters is that he has an intuitive sense for what Star Wars is about. That anyone can be a hero, that redemption is beyond no one. That Good and Evil matter, and we are all fighting for them whether or not we wield a lightsaber. That the Force is indeed calling to us, whether that be metaphorical or literal. And that, in the end, the universe is at its most terrifying and most wonderful when seen through a child’s wonder. “What delights us?” These are what Abrams has said were the guiding words for putting together The Force Awakens. Not “What will bring a chuckle out of the audience opening night?” What delights us.

Franchise films needn’t be nostalgia porn. Nostalgia itself needn’t be artistically bankrupt. Critiques such as The Formula and the Plinkett reviews prove this. The rare well-crafted sequels or reboots, such as this year’s transcendent Mad Max: Fury Road prove this. Artistic homages such as Abrams’ own Super 8 prove this. And while it’s tempting fate to say so, I’m confident that Star Wars: The Force Awakens will prove it too. Bring on a fifth Pirates of the Caribbean film, a Jurassic World sequel, yet another Die Hard installment. They will suck, and they will be soulless, and it will depress me that they make money. But in the long run, our culture does recognize artistic merit, and meaningful stories. And it’s my firm belief that this will, eventually, be the case as regards the art of this decade, Ready Player fucking One be damned.

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I was extremely disappointed to find Brian's Twitter empty of thoughts on the subject. tongue

I'm dubious about Kurtzman's involvement, but at the end of the day it's new Trek in its proper medium. I'm excited  big_smile

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Drunken FIYH people ranting about Star Wars is just what I need, eeeeeeexcellent.  big_smile

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(43 replies, posted in Creations)

Star Wars (Theatrical Cut)

Man, it was a blast to talk about a good Star Wars movie.

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(169 replies, posted in Episodes)

So I've been seeing competing estimates on this all over the place and thought it'd be an interesting conversation to have here--will this film beat Jurassic World's opening weekend despite being a December release? Does it have a shot at beating Avatar for all-time box office champ? I was dubious of the former as it's a winter release, but it seems to have shattered every single presale record known to humankind, which is an encouraging sign. At the same time, I know Star Wars fans, like any fandom, live in an insular bubble, so our hype might not match the rest of the world's (though again, box office and trailer views would seem to be good indicators).