Every story has its villain.
Today in Episode VII: The most important pixel in all of existence, more set pics, more sets, bulk cameo rumors
→ Clickhole wins the Episode VII No-Prize today. Spot-on work there.
→ Rick Lawrence posted a few more photos from Greenham Common this weekend, now removed from Facebook, but the rest of the internet is not so easily swayed. The one that created the most fuss: A figure who looks suspiciously like Adam Driver, raising a number of questions. For some less spoilery fare, check out a helicopter shooting the set.
→ But wait! There is another location, and it’s… Endor! People are seriously buying this as something other than a code name, for some reason.
→ And finally, some dumb: Robert Downey Jr, Hugh Jackman, Samuel L Jackson and Daniel Craig are going to cameo in Episode VII. Sure, guys. Okay. I’m sure none of these men have any other reason to be at a storied British film studio. None at all. But, just for the hell of it, let’s say they’re playing a swoop gang. A singing swoop gang.
Female pilots edited out of the Star Wars movies.
I saw the tweets about this today, and I was like oh yeah, I remember hearing about that.
And then I saw the pictures and just— wow. What it would have meant to have these women in the movie, all this time. I can’t properly articulate it but it’s hitting me unexpectedly hard.
Wow thats a shame, even a nice old lady too. These Space Valkyries should have been left in.
They really should have.
I lived, ate, and breathed Star Wars from age 2 until 2005 when RotS finally beat the enthusiasm out of me, and I have NEVER, EVER in all my reading on behind-the-scenes and makings-of heard of these shots. It’s a shame there was no relaunched edit of the original trilogy they could have slipped these in OH FUCKING WAIT THERE’S BEEN LIKE 3 OF THOSE NOW.
Fuck. FUCK. Whoever decided to edit out and bury these needs to french kiss an angle grinder.
I want to see the old lady in the A-Wing. Seriously, it’s like, she’s somebody’s grandma. Some kid in the Outer Rim Territories got greased by the Empire for seeing something she wasn’t supposed to see, and her grandma, the bush pilot, decided “Fuck this, I’m gonna strap on an fighter and make the Empire fucking PAY for the moment it decided to fuck with MY FAMILY.”
DON’T. MESS. WITH. GRANDMA.These are quickly being put into the “always reblog” category.
Whenever there is a war, there are women who are warriors. Then they get erased from history. Happens in real wars and fictional ones alike.
Wars Not Make One Great
This is the final confrontation between Master Yoda and Darth Sidious, who has recently delcared himself Emperor. The Jedi are already almost extinct, Order 66 has been executed. However, Yoda certainly doesn’t give up yet.
And this will be the most important lesson of his character arc.
When entering Palpatine’s office below the Senate chamber, he still thinks he could save it all: the Jedi, the Republic, democracy, himself. He fights against a dark future that seems so inevitable to us. I particulary love Yoda’s determined expression in that Frame and the Senate’s dark background contrasting with both his green and Sidious’ red lightsaber. His own lightsaber’s green reflection is another little detail that gives the shot an entirely realistic feel, but it’s also a hint that this very fight will lead Yoda to a long-lasting state of self-reflection.
After all, of cource as we know, Yoda won’t win this fight. Call it bad luck, his destiny or simply the Will of the Force: Yoda falls, along with his lost cloak. After being rescured by Bail Organa, Yoda finally understands: Into exil, I must go. Failed, I have.
At last, he realizes how foolish he was, thinking he could “fix” all things that went wrong over years with a simple lightsaber in one fight with Sidious. Fix a war that shouldn’t have taken place in the first place; Jedi who ceased being Keepers of the Peace and became Generals of War; a Jedi Order which arrogantly didn’t believe the Sith could have returned, let alone reach a position of power like Chancellorship.
As a consequence, Yoda went into exil for a very long time, reflecting on his own mistakes. Wars not make one great has a much deeper, now character-focussed meaning when Yoda’s own experience is taken into account. The Clone Wars made no-one great: neither the Jedi (which it destroyed) nor the Republic (which was turned into a dictatorship) nor the Separatists (who have been killed). Everyone lost.
It was his confrontation with Darth Sidious and his own defeat that led Yoda to this realization and it’s also a living memory until his own death that brings about Yoda’s final warning to Luke: Do not underestimate the powers of the Emperor…
In other words: Don’t make the same mistake that I did.
Okay, if the point of being a Jedi is to surpress all passion, fine. Okay. Sure, even Vulcans get to cut loose once every seven years, but I suppose having an insanely calm ruling class is probably good for the social order. You wanna live an ascetic monastic life? Hey, knock yourself out.
And so then the point of being a Sith is thus to let your passions run wild, draw strength from them, destroy your enemies, etc. Okay. Fine.
Then how come you go to a Sith academy and lo and behold, everybody’s got metal underwear and a single bed? (Yes, I looked.) You get beaten like a bloody flagellent and fed to starving monsters and tortured on weekends. You slog through your training, achieve a sufficiently high GPA, and get to be a Sith Lord, and what do you do? You stalk around on the bridge of your bigass starship, brooding, and glare out at empty space wishing you could bitch-slap the entire galaxy simultaneously. (They all do it. “Here’s your diploma, congratulations, here’s the keys to your star destroyer…”) They don’t even get a comfy easy chair to brood in. They all gotta stand up or else levitate in lotus position.
Do you get regular massages? No! Do you have legions of hot alien women waiting on you hand and foot? No! (You get one apprentice, who will always try to kill you, and will usually dress like a freak and wear too much eye makeup in the meantime.) Do you at least get good food? Possibly, but always off camera! Do you get to sleep in late? No, because other Sith will use the extra hours in the day to take your starship so that they can brood on it instead!
What’s the fun of giving in to your unbridled passions if they’re such LAME passions!? I mean my god! A pack of Catholic high school girls could cut looser than the Sith! If you’re going to be evil, why aren’t you people ever having any fun!?
why does no one ever talk about luke skywalker’s character growth from a new hope to return of the jedi because dang
DID YOU SAY YOU WANTED SOMETHING ON THIS
so like the hero’s journey combined with a coming-of-age story.
I wrote something on coming of age stories today and apparently like it made sense and stuff even though 98% of it was written at like midnight or later over a glass of rum
but that’s beside the point.
Luke at eighteen is a very young eighteen. he’s never been off Tatooine, never seen much other than the moisture farm and maybe going into town a bit. he’s got friends with big dreams and plans, just like every other eighteen-year-old. he wants to go to the academy and join the Empire because that’s how you get off of Tatooine. Yeah, the Empire aren’t the greatest guys out there (and yeah, Luke knows this) but how the hell else do you get off of Tatooine?
say, your long-lost twin sister’s droids end up at your farm because your uncle bought them from traveling jawas.
Luke suddenly finds adventure. He has no fucking clue what he’s doing. He’s along for the ride and that’s like it. Oh hey, this Jedi Knight thing sounds cool. This lightsaber is shiny. Did you say getting away from Tatooine? Um, this is home… oh wait, my family have just been turned into charcoal briquettes. Looks like I’m leaving home.
Getting thrown into a galactic civil war- a war that Luke was only vaguely aware of- necessitates a lot of growing up really fast. Yeah, he’s a nice kid who wants to do the right thing, and suddenly he’s saving a real live princess. And he sees Ben die- really sees death for the second time in like what, two days? It’s kind of a shock. Almost runs into one of the top guys in the Empire. Meets a smuggler and his sidekick who are too cool for school and worldly and know how things go. Luke sees all the things he could do with his life and has no fucking clue how to deal other than get in that X-wing since he knows he can shoot small things from a distance, and go fly up there and destroy that Death Star.
Fast forward. Luke’s now a Jedi Knight (or calling himself one) and he’s going to face his father.
He’s seen even more death, lost even more people he cares about, and learned that the galaxy isn’t all grand adventures and good stories. It’s got such a dark side, and the dark side hurts. Not the Force dark side (yeah, that does damage, but that’s another problem) but the not-nice parts of the galaxy. The pain of war, the collateral damage, all the innocent people who die, all the fear and uncertainty that comes with not knowing if you or the people around you will be home for dinner or ever again. It forces Luke to grow up and deal with things, but the most stunning thing: he doesn’t lose his desire to do what’s right. He so easily could have become cold, cynical, detached- could even have given up and walked away.
He didn’t. That alone says just how strong Luke is and how he wants to do what’s right. His own idealism and sense of right and wrong keep him afloat during truly horrible circumstances.
Shouldering massive responsibility while not losing such optimism is an amazing growing-up tale. It makes Luke well able to handle his next challenge: rebuilding the Jedi.
Remember that Luke’s only been in the middle of this war for what, four years? That’s a rough four years. Luke really grew up a lot, and that’s why we love him.
I’ve gotta say, I just really, really love the fact that it doesn’t even cross Tarkin’s mind that Leia might be lying to him when she says the rebel base is on Dantooine. It doesn’t even cross his mind that she has the courage—and the skill—to lie to his face, especially with Vader in the room with them.
But she does.
Is Padme a deeply flawed individual? Absolutely. She’s often naive in her political beliefs, has more than a little bit of a martyr complex, has the Star Wars equivalent of a White Savior complex in spades, and can be stubborn to the point of self-destruction.
But, never forget that she is absolutely, 100% dedicated to what she thinks is right, and has absolutely no qualms about putting her own life at very real risk in order to do what she feels is necessary. She will always put what she believes to be the good of the many before her own welfare. Canonically, her reaction to being told that she’s in mortal peril is basically always, “Well, okay then. I’ll just carry on doing what I came here to do.”
Which is probably part of what caused her breakdown in RotS. While she understood that her relationship with Anakin might cause the two of them as individuals pain, she probably never imagined that it would have implications for the Galaxy at large. And while it isn’t her fault in any way that Anakin turned to the Dark Side, she would probably put the blame largely on her own shoulders.
Honestly, I think that’s what ultimately broke her by the end. I think she could’ve handled Anakin’s betrayal if it had caused only pain to herself, but the fact that it caused suffering to so many others is what lead to her despair. It must’ve gone against every single fiber of her being, retroactively realizing that she’d put her own happiness ahead of the freedom of the Galaxy, even if it was completely unwitting on her part. (Again, I blame Anakin for Anakin’s fall — and Palpatine, of course — and think Padme is completely blameless. But, knowing her, I don’t think she would see it this way.)