R.I.P. Star Wars: 1977 - 2008

22.08.2008 Misc #StarWars

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Popmatters hat einen „schönen“ Artikel darüber, warum Clone Wars für viele Fans (wie mich) das Ende ihrer Liebe zum Lichtschwerter-Franchise bedeutet. Ich meine, die ikonographischen Vehikel und die Gadgets werden immer einen Platz in meinem Herz haben, klar, und wenn sie ein echtes Lichtschwert bauen, dann werde ich auch darüber schreiben. Die Vollkatastrophe von einem Film namens Clone Wars schlägt aber diesmal zurück auf die Original-Trilogie. Kann ich nicht erklären, es ist nur ein Gefühl. Das Gefühl, dass da was gestorben ist. Die Magie nämlich.

So how exactly does The Clone Wars obliterate the last remaining vestiges of the old Wars world? Easy - it treats it like it doesn’t exist. Clone is the first film in the entire Lucas legacy that feels like it was made out of something different. Maybe it’s the technology, or the introduction of random new characters that will NEVER be referenced again in any other Star Wars storyline (that is, until the new ‘Ultra Special Editions’ come out, right?). Perhaps it’s the general dumbing down of everything to fit a Saturday Morning cartoon mentality. It could be the unnecessary nature of the project, considering that Lucas had already commission material like this from animator Genndy Tartakovsky and his Cartoon Network crew.

Whatever it is, Clone Wars plays like someone’s bad interpretation of what Star Wars should be. From the infantile way the new padawan, Ashoka is portrayed (critical comparisons to Hannah Montana are not that far off) to the shocking pseudo hate crime that is Ziro the Hutt, everything here in rendered is regressive, aggressively adolescent tones. Sure, we see some interesting space battles, including a vertical assault that really captures the thrills of old, but when tempered by Jabba’s drag queen Uncle and his equally annoying son (a baby slug lovingly referred to as “Stinky"), the visuals dim and then disappear.

Indeed, the moment Ziro opened his Truman Capote piehole (a voice mandate from Master George himself, so the story goes), I felt my affection for Star Wars finally die.

R.I.P. Star Wars: 1977 - 2008 (via Thomas' Delicious)