For a brief few years after the second film I thought that
the series might become one of the greatest adventure stories of all time. The
high quality of the script of Empire opened up the world giving the characters
nuance and detail beyond the broad hero/villain outlines of the first movie.
But then the third film came along with it's rehash of the first movie and
made-for-toy-shelf characters and my enthusiasm was tempered again. Since then
I've occasionally read some Star Wars fiction or comics that recapture the
original feeling of wonder from when I was ten or twelve years old but it's
still those first two movies that continue to do the trick.
Even after the horrible prequels and the weakly realized
Disney follow up trilogy films I still enjoy those movies. I end up being able
to enjoy new Star Wars films and tales only in that they find a way to rekindle
the feeling of wide-eyed discovery I felt reading that novelization or seeing
the first film. It's become something, for me, that causes nostalgia more than
anything else. I guess that may have been the inevitable fate of a story
originally conceived out of nostalgia for a man's childhood love of science
fiction adventure stories. But it's a shame that there have been so few of the
films since 1977 that have been able to make Star Wars more than what it's
detractors said it was from the beginning - big budgeted children's scribbling.
It's better than that but now it has become much more difficult to argue for
the tale's higher qualities because you must start each defense with caveats
about the obviously bad things attached to it.
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