Star Wars! A fucking blight upon the space fantasy genre forever!
That's what comes from giving one of the movie brats enough money to file the serial numbers off his Flash Gordon fanfic and make it look like he always wanted it to look, putting all his talent for cinematic creation to the task; you end up with a movie so stunningly realized, so distinctive, so absolutely style-as-substance that the story ends up genuinely not mattering as anything but a reinforcer/enhancer of the meaning of the images on screen, and people forget that there's a message to the madness and the message is, simply put, hideously cardboard, so whitebread even the superhero comics of the day would've been embarrassed to claim they came up with it (and were thus obviated of the need to, when Marvel acquired the right to put out comics based on Star Wars which was a movie based on a comic that later became another movie based on a comic that then got adapted into a comic and oh, this is kind of getting a bit ridiculous at this point, isn't it?) - but it had just enough narrative tissue to hang those indelible, popcult-searing images on the brains of two generations of moviegoers, and now we're all fucking stuck with it as a forever-praised masterpiece (of what? shitty space fantasy?) until the day that generation finally dies ... and probably a while after, because they infected most of us with the meme too ...
Still, if not for Star Wars Lando Calrissian would not exist, so I can't hate too much. (That and I genuinely like Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill as people and am glad the movie made them household names so I could find out I liked them.) But it's! So! Dumb!
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Date: 2011-06-04 04:14 am (UTC)That's what comes from giving one of the movie brats enough money to file the serial numbers off his Flash Gordon fanfic and make it look like he always wanted it to look, putting all his talent for cinematic creation to the task; you end up with a movie so stunningly realized, so distinctive, so absolutely style-as-substance that the story ends up genuinely not mattering as anything but a reinforcer/enhancer of the meaning of the images on screen, and people forget that there's a message to the madness and the message is, simply put, hideously cardboard, so whitebread even the superhero comics of the day would've been embarrassed to claim they came up with it (and were thus obviated of the need to, when Marvel acquired the right to put out comics based on Star Wars which was a movie based on a comic that later became another movie based on a comic that then got adapted into a comic and oh, this is kind of getting a bit ridiculous at this point, isn't it?) - but it had just enough narrative tissue to hang those indelible, popcult-searing images on the brains of two generations of moviegoers, and now we're all fucking stuck with it as a forever-praised masterpiece (of what? shitty space fantasy?) until the day that generation finally dies ... and probably a while after, because they infected most of us with the meme too ...
Still, if not for Star Wars Lando Calrissian would not exist, so I can't hate too much. (That and I genuinely like Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill as people and am glad the movie made them household names so I could find out I liked them.) But it's! So! Dumb!