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The Absolute State of Entertainment

I’m going to show my age here, but does anyone else remember being excited about entertainment?

I kind of do, but man, it’s been a long time.

Harken back with me to the old days, children. Days when vague rumors from that weird kid (me) who read sci-fi magazines and old comics would see something in an article about a new movie that was in production and have Mrs. Torkelson’s entire 3rd period talking about the next Star Wars movie instead of algebra.

Or when some kid would get dragged to the movie theater by his mother to see the rerelease of a Disney movie and see a poster for the next Star Trek movie. He’d come back to school all abubbling about how great it looked, and it even had that dude from Fantasy Island in it!

There are a lot of other examples, such as two big lines wrapped around theaters, one for the rerelease of Star Wars and the other for Titanic, but I don’t see that kind of enthusiasm. Heck, I don’t think we’ve seen any sort of mass excitement about a movie or TV show in about ten years.

Today, it seems that whoever owns Star Trek has pulled its spindled, mangled, and mutilated corpse out of cold storage, hooked it up to a couple marine batteries, then filmed while it twitched. Seriously, at this point, it should be shot on 8mm, sold out the back of a scuzzy gas station in a bad neighborhood, then watched in a dark basement while smoking. When the watcher dies, the older kids know to get to the house and just burn all that before the grandkids find it.

Star Wars is some poor child that was ripped out of its village, starved in the dark for a few months, then forced to dance for strangers in weird clothes for pennies. Maybe if it’s lucky, it’ll be given some nice nourishing soup for dinner, but mostly it’s fed on old, dessicated slop that was found at the bottom of a freezer and reheated in an underpowered microwave.

Kids movies aren’t safe, either. I just heard there’s going to be a fifth Toy Story movie, we have more Shrek than we can ever handle, and every classic animated film is getting a schlocky, half-baked live action remake. I guess in a world where little Timmy can call up every second of children’s entertainment ever made on the tablet that’s substituting for his parents, the thrill of “They’re putting Snow White back in the theaters this Christmas!” or “Disney’s opening the vaults and putting Peter Pan on DVD!” just doesn’t bring in the dollars anymore.

Instead, in between making commercialized propagandic schlock that bombs, the studios that used to ask themselves “Is this a good story for 7 year olds?” are either ‘reminagining’ classic stories or continuing stories that were complete decades ago.

TV is even worse. The kids who were slightly too young to watch the Simpsons when it premiered are now watching new episodes with their grandkids. South Park is now older than its creators were when they started taking pictures of cut out craft paper to make fart jokes. Family Guy has risen from the dead at least once, allowing its writers and voice actors to phone in whatever ‘irreverent’ thing crosses their minds every week.

Law and Order, in one form or another, is old enough that it can finally retire the minivan and car seats now that the kids are in middle school. The spin-off, SVU, has highlighted so many crimes against children and young women in New York that I’m surprised anyone still has the audacity to procreate in the Big Apple.

The Sopronos and Breaking Bad definitely had their day, and they were definitely well-written and acted pieces of art. Eventually, though, we have to realize that we were rooting for murderers, human traffickers, and drug pushers who brought nothing but misery to everyone they knew and everyone they touched.

In between all these, there are some bright spots.

Yellowstone and its spinoffs, love them or hate them, have brought back the western genre. Now that I think about it, Landman and Tulsa King are westerns, just with a little twist on them to make them a little more relevant to folks who can’t afford thousands of acres of real estate in Montana or Texas. Hey, if you can make being a roughneck or running a cannabis dispensary entertaining and sexy, more power to you.

Game of Thrones, for all its faults, brought at least some interest in high fantasy to the masses again, just with more incest, rape, and torture. Thank goodness Peter Jackson completed his Lord of the Rings trilogy before that came out. I shudder to think of what HBO would have done to poor Frodo if they’d gotten their meathooks on him. Of course, that also brought us the Witcher and Rings of Power series, so maybe that’s not a good example.

The Chosen and most of the offerings from Angel Studios are quite good, but of limited appeal to mass audiences. Yes, they’re interesting and enjoyable, and I wish more folks would check them out, but folks aren’t queuing up to watch them.

Indie films and television, as always, are hit and miss. I guess that’s kind of the point. If you’re making a movie or TV show (what’s the correct term for something that’s never going to be on TV, but would have been 30 years ago?) with a small cast, a smaller budget, but a really good idea, sometimes you get it right and sometimes you don’t. For every “Godzilla Minus One” or The Menu, you get a few hundred “Cube Root of King Kong at a Furry Convention in Des Moines”.

But, if you sift through all the schlock, you find some real gems that are original and entertaining. Of course, once one of them does well enough, the big fish will scoop them up, stripmine them for their premise, and publicly flog them until there’s nothing but a grease spot on the cobblestones. Best to enjoy the first generation from small studios while you can, because the next few generations get awfully tiresome awfully quick.

Long story short, I really can’t remember when something original, in whatever media form you choose, came out that caught on across a broad spectrum of the populace. The closest thing would, I guess, be the original Avatar, but that movie is old enough to drive now. My youngest son probably has no memory of any movie or show that had his entire school atwitter for days after its premiere.

And for some reason, that makes me a little sad.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to break out my DVD’s of Looney Tunes and watch them again before the bits rot out from under the Coyote.

Repost – I Blame Qui-Gon

In honor of the release of the latest episode in the Star Wars universe, here’s a blast from the past that I think explains a lot.

 


This afternoon, Girlie Bear and I decided to do something out of the ordinary and went to the movies.  George Lucas recently re-released The Phantom Menace, the first episode in his six episode Star Wars saga and the fourth movie released in that series.  The movie has been re-done in 3D, which was OK, and as usual, a Lucas movie does really well in special effects and does OK in acting, dialogue, and story.

Of course, being a geek, I’ve seen it before, so the story wasn’t exactly a surprise.  Lucas did a lot of the scenes, even ones that do nothing but plot exposition, in 3D, which was interesting.  Watching the scenes where tanks and droid soldiers march down the main street, complete with arch and the victory parade at the end tells me that Lucas has watched Triumph of the Will and movies from Paris in 1940 more than a few times.  So in addition to robbing Kurosawa blind, he also owes Leni Riefenstahl a beer.

But that’s not what struck me as the credits rolled.

What hit me was that all of the turmoil of the remaining five movies was the fault of one character.  No, not Palpatine, the Naboo Senator, Republic Chancellor, Emperor of the Galaxy, Sith Lord, and collector of authentic Wookie and Ewok teddy bears.

No, all of it was brought about by Qui-Gon Jin.

Qui-Gon is the master Jedi Knight who is teaching Obi-Wan Kenobi to be a Jedi when the movie begins.  He and Obi-Wan are sent on a mission to ‘convince’ one faction in a trade dispute to stop leaning on another faction.  By convince, I mean ‘show up wearing light sabers and force them to back down’.  You know, the same way that Vito Corleone and Luca Brazi got Johnny Fontaine that movie gig.  He fails when the people he was there to put the arm on tried to kill them both, launch a planetary invasion, and arrest/compost most of the opposing side in the dispute.  He convinces the leader of the losing side, Queen Amidala, to flee from the scene, lands on Tattooine to find parts, makes off with a slave he thinks might be the Jedi messiah, and deposits both of them on Coruscant, the Republic capital.  He picks a fight with the Jedi Council when they tell him that teaching the force to an emotionally unstable former slave is probably not the wisest thing to do.  He gives them the rhetorical finger and is sent back to Naboo with a ragtag band of people wearing red shirts.  On arrival, he follows the battle plan of a teenage girl, fights an evil Sith that looks like he was born out of a Larry Correia fever dream, and loses because his devoted Padwan was never good at wind sprints.  Obi-wan then goes on to finish the job by turning Darth Maul from an innie into an outie, saving the day. Obi-Wan makes a promise to Qui-Gon to teach Anakin Skywalker all of the skills he will need to bring down a democratic regime and murder just about everyone Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon know.

In all of those little plot points, all of the mistakes are made by Qui-Gon, and if he had zigged instead of zagged on any of them, Palpatine would have gone down as being the most affable evil Chancellor the Republic ever had, Anakin Skywalker would be the Jeff Gordon of the podracer circuit, and Amidala wouldn’t have passed on the “worst hair styles in a quarter century” gene to her daughter.

Here are the biggest mistakes he made, in your hosts humble opinion:

  1. Didn’t leave JarJar to get turned into cat meat.  When Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan trick the Gungun boss to let them go and give them transport so they could get to the Naboo capitol, Qui-Gon also asks that JarJar Binks be released to them.  It was done almost as an after thought.  If Qui-Gon hadn’t done that, JarJar wouldn’t have been there in the next movie to hand Palpatine dictatorial powers on a silver platter with a side of fries.  We would also have been spared two more movies worth of a bad Caribbean accent.
  2. Left Naboo with no air cover.  After freeing Queen Amidala and her entourage from the droid soldiers, they all decide to run like scalded dogs back to Coruscant.  In order to get to the Queen’s ship, which apparently was kept ready to go with her wardrobe and hair goop, they have to defeat the droids guarding the hangar.  These droids are also guarding the pilots for the fighters that are housed there, because when you’re decapitating a government, the last thing you want to do is massacre their elite pilots immediately.  After quickly dispatching the droids, the pilots are told to run, and they do.  Heaven forfend that they be inspired to jump in the cockpit and defend their queen as she runs to get help.  So the ship containing the soon-to-be government in exile takes off with no fighter escort.  This probably led directly to the ship being damaged, which necessitates the next stop in their journey:  Tattoine.  This is the home planet of everyone’s favorite Sith Lord in waiting, Anakin Skywalker.
  3. Going through an elaborate scheme to get parts to fix the ship.  Following the Star Wars tradition of using hyperdrive engines made out of paper mache and Coke bottles, our ragtag band of Jedi knights, queens with weird clothes and hair, and amphibious Rastafarians touch down on Tattoine to get parts and make repairs.  Qui-Gon goes into town to find parts, where he meets Anakin and discovers that only one junk dealer has the necessary gear, or at least that’s what the junk man says.  Qui-Gon doesn’t seem to check with the competition to see if he might be telling a little fib in order to get the rube in the brown coat to make a purchase.  The junk man won’t take the money they bring with them, and Jedi mind tricks don’t work.  Apparently Qui-Gon isn’t comfortable using the tactics he would have used on the Trade Federation on this slave-owning cheat of a junk dealer, so he has to find a less direct way of bilking the parts out of him.  He comes up with a convoluted plan to put a 9 year old into a dangerous podrace and cheat the junk dealer out of not only the parts, but also his slave.  I mean, it’s not like he could have just whipped out that light saber and started singing off wings to get the parts or anything.  He could have gone to another junk dealer who would have taken his Republic money or fallen for Jedi mind tricks to buy the parts or make a three cornered deal for them with the first guy.  Or he could have just sold the broken ship for whatever he could get and arranged transport on another ship.  Or heck, just offered to trade R2D2, a valuable repair droid he had brought along with him on this run to Starship Depot, for the parts.  That would have gotten him back to Coruscant quicker, spared the galaxy the scourge of Darth Vader, and saved us from all of those “why did the Empire make all of the power receptacles the same size and shape as the USB ports?” jokes.
  4. Taking Anakin with him to Coruscant.  After winning the parts from the junk dealer, Qui-Gon cheats him out of Anakin’s freedom.  He could have left him there to work as a tradesman or podracer long enough to buy his mother’s freedom.  That way he could have felt better about saving one slave out of the scores that must have existed on Tattooine, and we’d have been spared Hayden Christensen in the next two films.  Instead he thinks that he can make a 9 year old former slave with separation anxiety into an elite mystical warrior that will enforce the will of a democratically elected government that didn’t give enough of a damn about his plight as a slave to detail someone to free him and the rest of the human chattel on Tattooine.  The word you’re looking for here is ‘hubris’, which is pretty much the reason the rest of the series had a plot line.
It goes on from there.  If he had failed to do any of these things, all of the unpleasantness in the remainder of the series wouldn’t have happened.  No Sith takeover, no massacre of the Jedi, no clone troopers, no Rebellion, no Death Stars, nothing.
So in the end, I have come to believe that the villain of the entire six movie series was not Palpatine.  He at least was honestly evil.  Qui-Gon was a so-called good guy enforcer who brought down a millennium old Republic because he was “just trying to do the right thing”.  Kind of like someone taking money from hard working citizens to give to those who don’t feel that work is really that necessary, or a politician that would try to tax his way out of fiscal armageddon.  But then again, those last two might be too out of left field for anyone to believe.  Faster than light ships, laser swords, and sentient robots that are used and abused as slaves but don’t rise up and slaughter their former masters are more believable than that.

Geeky Thoughts

OK, stay with me on this one.  I’m going off the beaten path a bit.

In the original Star Wars, there’s a scene where Darth Vader inspects the outside of the Millenium Falcon after it’s been captured.  Han, Chewbacca, Ben, and Luke, along with their robotic comedy relief, are all hiding aboard.  A quick search by stormtroopers reveals nothing, so Vader orders a thorough scan of the ship.

As he goes to leave, he stops, ponders, and says “I feel a presence, a presence I’ve not felt since…..”, which we all assume means that he senses the presence of Obi-Wan Kenobi.  This is backed up a few scenes later when Vader and Grand Moff Tarkin are having a chat, and Tarkin tries to convince Vader that Obi-Wan and the rest of the Jedi are dead.

But what if Vader wasn’t thinking that he sensed Obi-Wan, but rather Luke?

Anakin Skywalker was the father of Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa.  He was with his wife, Padme Amadala, throughout her pregnancy, and must have experienced the little intimate contacts that expectant fathers have with their unborn children.  While he delighted in the hiccups and the kicks, would a Force empath such as the universe’s strongest Jedi also have also made a connection with his unborn twins via the Force?  A baby can sense light and sound while in utero, so why couldn’t Force sensitives such as Luke and Leia also sense the presence of their father and he sense them?

This clears up how Vader was able to be sure that Luke was his son in Empire Strikes Back, even before coming face to face with him.  He realized that the presence he felt on the Death Star was his kid, put two and two together when Imperial intelligence reported back on the AAR for the Battle of Yavin, and figured out that Obi-Wan and the Emperor might have pulled a paternal fast one on him.  Vader, of course, acts on his understandable anger by convincing the emperor that he could turn Luke to the Dark Side, and proposing a father-son coup against Palpatine, which Luke turns down when he finds out that his Sith moniker will be “Darth Junior”.

In Return of the Jedi, Luke and Vader are able to sense each other across inter-planetary distances, so catching a whiff of Daddy’s little padwan while standing next to the rustbucket he’s hiding in wouldn’t be a stretch.  So, instead of sensing  Obi-Wan, a Jedi master who must have learned to camouflage his mind against such things, it makes more sense that he was able to sense and possibly recognize the presence of a son he’d thought was dead.  Of course, Vader is able to deduce that if Luke is there, then old Obi-Wan must have been hiding him and is now taking him on some damn fool crusade, which explains the discussion with Tarkin about whether Obi-Wan was there.

And with that, the geek lamp is out.  Just had that thought rumbling around in my noggin for a while and it was time to let it out.

I Blame Qui-Gon

This afternoon, Girlie Bear and I decided to do something out of the ordinary and went to the movies.  George Lucas recently re-released The Phantom Menace, the first episode in his six episode Star Wars saga and the fourth movie released in that series.  The movie has been re-done in 3D, which was OK, and as usual, a Lucas movie does really well in special effects and does OK in acting, dialogue, and story.

Of course, being a geek, I’ve seen it before, so the story wasn’t exactly a surprise.  Lucas did a lot of the scenes, even ones that do nothing but plot exposition, in 3D, which was interesting.  Watching the scenes where tanks and droid soldiers march down the main street, complete with arch and the victory parade at the end tells me that Lucas has watched Triumph of the Will and movies from Paris in 1940 more than a few times.  So in addition to robbing Kurosawa blind, he also owes Leni Riefenstahl a beer.

But that’s not what struck me as the credits rolled.

What hit me was that all of the turmoil of the remaining five movies was the fault of one character.  No, not Palpatine, the Naboo Senator, Republic Chancellor, Emperor of the Galaxy, Sith Lord, and collector of authentic Wookie and Ewok teddy bears.

No, all of it was brought about by Qui-Gon Jin.

Qui-Gon is the master Jedi Knight who is teaching Obi-Wan Kenobi to be a Jedi when the movie begins.  He and Obi-Wan are sent on a mission to ‘convince’ one faction in a trade dispute to stop leaning on another faction.  By convince, I mean ‘show up wearing light sabers and force them to back down’.  You know, the same way that Vito Corleone and Luca Brazi got Johnny Fontaine that movie gig.  He fails when the people he was there to put the arm on tried to kill them both, launch a planetary invasion, and arrest/compost most of the opposing side in the dispute.  He convinces the leader of the losing side, Queen Amidala, to flee from the scene, lands on Tattooine to find parts, makes off with a slave he thinks might be the Jedi messiah, and deposits both of them on Coruscant, the Republic capital.  He picks a fight with the Jedi Council when they tell him that teaching the force to an emotionally unstable former slave is probably not the wisest thing to do.  He gives them the rhetorical finger and is sent back to Naboo with a ragtag band of people wearing red shirts.  On arrival, he follows the battle plan of a teenage girl, fights an evil Sith that looks like he was born out of a Larry Correia fever dream, and loses because his devoted Padwan was never good at wind sprints.  Obi-wan then goes on to finish the job by turning Darth Maul from an innie into an outie, saving the day. Obi-Wan makes a promise to Qui-Gon to teach Anakin Skywalker all of the skills he will need to bring down a democratic regime and murder just about everyone Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon know.

In all of those little plot points, all of the mistakes are made by Qui-Gon, and if he had zigged instead of zagged on any of them, Palpatine would have gone down as being the most affable evil Chancellor the Republic ever had, Anakin Skywalker would be the Jeff Gordon of the podracer circuit, and Amidala wouldn’t have passed on the “worst hair styles in a quarter century” gene to her daughter.

Here are the biggest mistakes he made, in your hosts humble opinion:

  1. Didn’t leave JarJar to get turned into cat meat.  When Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan trick the Gungun boss to let them go and give them transport so they could get to the Naboo capitol, Qui-Gon also asks that JarJar Binks be released to them.  It was done almost as an after thought.  If Qui-Gon hadn’t done that, JarJar wouldn’t have been there in the next movie to hand Palpatine dictatorial powers on a silver platter with a side of fries.  We would also have been spared two more movies worth of a bad Caribbean accent.
  2. Left Naboo with no air cover.  After freeing Queen Amidala and her entourage from the droid soldiers, they all decide to run like scalded dogs back to Coruscant.  In order to get to the Queen’s ship, which apparently was kept ready to go with her wardrobe and hair goop, they have to defeat the droids guarding the hangar.  These droids are also guarding the pilots for the fighters that are housed there, because when you’re decapitating a government, the last thing you want to do is massacre their elite pilots immediately.  After quickly dispatching the droids, the pilots are told to run, and they do.  Heaven forfend that they be inspired to jump in the cockpit and defend their queen as she runs to get help.  So the ship containing the soon-to-be government in exile takes off with no fighter escort.  This probably led directly to the ship being damaged, which necessitates the next stop in their journey:  Tattoine.  This is the home planet of everyone’s favorite Sith Lord in waiting, Anakin Skywalker.
  3. Going through an elaborate scheme to get parts to fix the ship.  Following the Star Wars tradition of using hyperdrive engines made out of paper mache and Coke bottles, our ragtag band of Jedi knights, queens with weird clothes and hair, and amphibious Rastafarians touch down on Tattoine to get parts and make repairs.  Qui-Gon goes into town to find parts, where he meets Anakin and discovers that only one junk dealer has the necessary gear, or at least that’s what the junk man says.  Qui-Gon doesn’t seem to check with the competition to see if he might be telling a little fib in order to get the rube in the brown coat to make a purchase.  The junk man won’t take the money they bring with them, and Jedi mind tricks don’t work.  Apparently Qui-Gon isn’t comfortable using the tactics he would have used on the Trade Federation on this slave-owning cheat of a junk dealer, so he has to find a less direct way of bilking the parts out of him.  He comes up with a convoluted plan to put a 9 year old into a dangerous podrace and cheat the junk dealer out of not only the parts, but also his slave.  I mean, it’s not like he could have just whipped out that light saber and started singing off wings to get the parts or anything.  He could have gone to another junk dealer who would have taken his Republic money or fallen for Jedi mind tricks to buy the parts or make a three cornered deal for them with the first guy.  Or he could have just sold the broken ship for whatever he could get and arranged transport on another ship.  Or heck, just offered to trade R2D2, a valuable repair droid he had brought along with him on this run to Starship Depot, for the parts.  That would have gotten him back to Coruscant quicker, spared the galaxy the scourge of Darth Vader, and saved us from all of those “why did the Empire make all of the power receptacles the same size and shape as the USB ports?” jokes.
  4. Taking Anakin with him to Coruscant.  After winning the parts from the junk dealer, Qui-Gon cheats him out of Anakin’s freedom.  He could have left him there to work as a tradesman or podracer long enough to buy his mother’s freedom.  That way he could have felt better about saving one slave out of the scores that must have existed on Tattooine, and we’d have been spared Hayden Christensen in the next two films.  Instead he thinks that he can make a 9 year old former slave with separation anxiety into an elite mystical warrior that will enforce the will of a democratically elected government that didn’t give enough of a damn about his plight as a slave to detail someone to free him and the rest of the human chattel on Tattooine.  The word you’re looking for here is ‘hubris’, which is pretty much the reason the rest of the series had a plot line.
It goes on from there.  If he had failed to do any of these things, all of the unpleasantness in the remainder of the series wouldn’t have happened.  No Sith takeover, no massacre of the Jedi, no clone troopers, no Rebellion, no Death Stars, nothing.  
So in the end, I have come to believe that the villain of the entire six movie series was not Palpatine.  He at least was honestly evil.  Qui-Gon was a so-called good guy enforcer who brought down a millennium old Republic because he was “just trying to do the right thing”.  Kind of like someone taking money from hard working citizens to give to those who don’t feel that work is really that necessary, or a politician that would try to tax his way out of fiscal armageddon.  But then again, those last two might be too out of left field for anyone to believe.  Faster than light ships, laser swords, and sentient robots that are used and abused as slaves but don’t rise up and slaughter their former masters are more believable than that.