You know, actually one of my favourite things about Star Wars is how incredibly, brilliantly, hopelessly uncool it is. Like, Boba Fett is SUPER AWESOME with his armour and his guns, and he gets dispatched by accident in a mildly embarrassing way.
Kylo Ren is rocking his aesthetic and his snazzy lightsaber, but underneath that he’s just pathetic, and The Force Awakens takes pains to make sure we know it.
The battle for control of the galaxy ultimately comes down to a bunch of teddy bears throwing rocks in a field. The battle for Darth Vader’s soul is only won when a badass weapon is thrown away. And so on.
Hell, Star Wars is so desperately uncool it wants its cool guy hero to get shot at before he shoots so said
cool guy hero
doesn’t commit a dishonorable act. It is the squarest, nerdiest, most doggedly virtuous set of movies in the world, and I love it.
There’s probably some meta in here about how Star Wars is, despite the name, desperate that we never, ever see war as cool. (These Twitter conversations I stumbled across the other day also point that out in relation to Rogue One developments.) Darth Vader’s not the badass cyborg everyone once thought he was, not really, he’s a pathetic old man. We the audience love kind people like Bail and the Larses and Qui-Gon, but war claims them all. Darth Maul and Jango Fett actually are pretty awesome, but movie-wise they both get dispatched pretty quickly and have little further impact on the story as a whole. I don’t think anything much is really achieved in Star Wars by a blaster shot to the face and a witty one-liner, things only start to get achieved when the alliances are formed and the weapons are put aside.
It’s just, it’s good. I think it’s good.