Complete with a catchy tune called George Lucas Raped My Childhood, the teaser trailer for the film The People vs George Lucas hit the intertubes earlier this week. The evidence against Lucas seems to be based almost entirely on Jar Jar Binks. I doubt it’s enough to convict him.
What the hell is his sentence gonna be? Getting frozen in carbonite?
ITS CATURDAY!!!
POST SOME FUCKING CATS!!!
By the time Episode III came out, I think George’s scripts constituted nothing less than open mockery of his fans. Haha.
Patrick, I think a far more egregious offense (alluded to briefly in the trailer) is the change to the cantina scene in ANH. An important scene establishing Han Solo as a complete and total badass living by the moral code called survival, thus making his eventual acceptance of the power of the force meanningful, is changed to show Solo acting only in self-defense rather than cold-blooded awesomeness. Google “Han shot first.”
I have been so over this conversation for so many years now. Jesus christ shut the fuck up, all of you! I like Star Wars, but it’s fucking Star Wars. Think about that.
This documentary looks to be the biggest pile of crap in the universe.
Oh, that awful George Lucas – he’s successful! And good at marketing! Who does he think he is, making the most transcendent, easily accessible, joyous movie series possibly in the history of cinema?
As a Star Wars fanatic, obviously I’m biased. But this is such an exhausted cliche, the sour grapes of people who weren’t as affected by this cultural phenomenon. It was bad enough having to hear it from my Willamette Week editor a decade ago at the Phantom Menace preview screening, how even the original Star Wars doesn’t hold a candle to, say, Heathers or Better Off Dead or whatever she thought was cool.
I can sympathize with people who feel either that Star Wars is an over-exposed pop cultural phenomenon, which it is, or let down because the second trilogy wasn’t the set of masterpieces the original one was. But let the rest of us enjoy one of life’s simplest, truest pleasures without this ugly whining.