Blackmoor Vituperative

I have been watching the recent re-release of Star Wars (the movie George Lucas later renamed “A New Hope”, so that he could build a franchise out of the name “Star Wars”). It has weathered the past 30 pretty well, all things considered. The DVD set also includes a more recent revision, courtesy of Lucas’ obsessive desire to keep tinkering with a classic. I will admit that the revision has better sound and visuals than the original. I still do not like some of the changes — I see no reason to clutter up Mos Eisley with a bunch of random CGI monsters, for example, and the added scene with Jabba is dramatically and cinematically superfluous. Not to mention the completely gratuitous take to the camera by Boba Fett. But overall, I think the current revision of Star Wars is a pretty decent movie. Not as good as the original, but still, pretty good.

What I simply can’t abide is the commentary. Yes, I listened to it. I kind of had to, Star Wars geek that I am. But I am apparently unlike most people who listen to this drivel because I was alive when Star Wars came out, I was a huge Star Wars fan, and I actually paid attention to what Lucas said at the time. And his story has changed a great deal since then. I am listening to this nonsense about how he wanted to “re-create myths and the classic mythological motifs”, and I just want to interrupt him and tell him, “George, the suckers may buy this line of crap, but I know better. So save the song and dance and just talk about the movie, okay?”

But what the hell. It’s still a great movie.

P.S. Go read Galactic Gasbag, by Steven Hart.