Posted by Dirck on 27 March, 2015
A confession, which doesn’t reveal much inky blackness of my past: I was a serious Star Wars freak when I was a kid. I was at just the right age when the first film came out, and already inclined to the genre. I use the past tense because I’m also one of those accuse George Lucas of taking our childhood memories by surprise and beating them into unrecognizability with his egregious “first” trilogy; I still like Star Wars, but the passion has cooled substantially.
Today’s film brings on another, slightly darker confession; I kind of liked the Empire. I think it’s just because their kit looks cooler, because I certainly didn’t want them to win. In fact, once I started looking into history properly, this early fondness helped me to formulate a baseless correlation between how good a uniform looks and the underlying wickedness of the regime it served (the Waffen SS had really good looking outfits…). Having James Earl Jones and Peter Cushing on side helped a lot, too.
All of which is by way of explanation of the presence of today’s film. I’m letting the me of 1977 have control of the board for a few minutes.
What this needs for perfection is some voice acting provided by too few people, based on a script that’s more concerned with justifying mouth-movement than the action surrounding it.