The problem with the Star Wars films is that while Lucas's audience keeps getting older and older (and more intellectually demanding), he keeps gearing the movies to a
target audience that's getting younger and younger. The first real red flag of danger was when he decided to populate Endor with Ewoks instead of the Wookiees he'd originally intended. ("Hey look! Not only do we save on costuming because they're half the size, but they're much cuter and oh-so-much more marketable!") As this trend continues, we viewers see the franchise reduced to little more than a special effects budget draped over a plot that's thinner than most elementary-school plays.
The moment that sums up the recent SW flicks for me: After Anakin (ACCIDENTALLY!) destroys the remote-AI satellite, the entire battlefield of droids comes to a dead stop. JarJar goes up to one, says, "Dey all boken!" and slaps it--
AND ITS HEAD FALLS OFF. What, are they all held together by
electromagnets or something?!? ("Hey, boss! I got a great idea! We'll call 'em Snap-Tite Droids!")
And yet, even after suffering through Episode I: Steaming Crap on a Stick, I actually went and saw Episode 2. I snuck in, of course, there's no way in hell I'd pay money for that thing. I can sum up its good points as follows:
1. Natalie Portman's a babe.
2. The beasts in the battle arena made some really good sounds. Props to the Foley people.
3. A spaceship is shot down, crashes back to earth, and DOES NOT explode.
That's it. The rest of the film was essentially raw sewage. Poor Ewan, he's actually a decent actor in his other stuff.
But this thread is about movie mishappery in general:
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