I have a strong emotional attachment to Star Wars. I saw the original release when it debuted in 1977, and remember being a wee tyke standing in line for HOURS outside the theater in a line that wrapped around the building multiple times. I remember thinking "this is stupid....why are we waiting so long? I want to go home...you're screwing up my Saturday and cartoon watching time". Then, I finally got into the theater, and my mind was absolutely blown for the next two hours. It was a game changer. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING had ever been made like that before. I was instantaneously hooked. I bought the soundtrack records (yes, records. 33 1/3 baby...) and listened to them obsessively. I saw it in the theaters on its original run like 4-5 times (a big deal back then), watched the Christmas specials, The Muppet Show specials, had every toy released, etc. In 1983 for Return of the Jedi, as a brand new teen, I honestly developed my "Slave Leia" obsession (this obsession was only nearly equalled by that other transformative female lead in a Sci-Fi moment I had experienced years earlier: Jenny Agutter in Logan's Run...ah, memories) by actually seeing Carrie Fisher in the movie in an unexpected way, as opposed to it being some sort of now cool nerd fetish. When Empire was released, I found a pair of ski goggles and would wrap a sock (I didn't own a scarf) around my mouth while wearing a winter jacket (this is in the middle of a Fresno summer, btw) so I could look like the Rebel troops fighting the Imperial Army on Hoth. My parents thought I was more than a little odd. Years later, when the prequels were released, despite how I may have felt about them, I watched and enjoyed them for what they were. I didn't go on tirades about how George Lucas had screwed up the franchise, etc. (here's a concept: it was HIS franchise. He could "do" with it as he pleased). I was especially galled when 20-somethings, too young to have seen the originals when they came out, or even most theatrical re-releases, wrote long and lengthy pieces about how they felt their childhood was now tarnished by these new abominations. Really? What childhood memories? What Kairotic moment? Sitting at home on the sofa and watching them on VHS/DVD while you simultaneously played your Nintendo DS? That's not an investment. That's not a transitive moment. They simply cannot know what it was like to stand in the heat for 4-5 hours to see something wholly new. So new, Lucas had to invent new cameras and XF techniques just to make the movies. These Gen-Y, Gen-Next nattering nabobs of narcissism grew up with the XF blockbuster. The movie world was transformed long before they started watching movies.
Anyways, something happened in the last few years to where Star Wars became a "thing". Girls are now sporting hoochie R2-D2 dresses and Slave Leia costumes at conventions, guys are getting Sith Lord tattoos, blah blah blah. Whenever I see a 23 year old exclaim, "I'm such a Star Wars nerd!", I want to ask, "Why?" Did they stand in line as a child for hours on end to see the films because there was no cable or at home video? Did the movies open up a new world of fantasy that had never been seen before? Just why, exactly, do you have a Wookie tattooed to your ass? I'm curious...please enlighten me. I don't think they really know, other than some Borg-like, nerd hive-mind somewhere decided "Thou shalt like Star Wars! Oh, and bacon and whiskey too...", and like the empty headed lemmings they are, they all swan-dove off of the bearded, craft brewed, locally sourced cliff.
So, here we are, another thing sullied by the hipster d-bag crowd. Is it too much to expect these folks to come up with something on their own? Or are they too creatively bankrupt? Maybe their electronic interconnectedness has prevented anyone from breaking out from the crowd and come up with their own thing? Their generation blockbuster movies are all based on comic books going back decades. Where's their George Lucas? Actually, that's not entirely fair. They have been great at technical innovation. I give them credit for taking the internet revolution and running with it. But they seem so tech heavy/savvy, so obsessed with the technical, the digital, the STERILE, they seem to lack the ability to indulge in the ephemeral, or even the corporeal. They're so bored and over stimulated, they've never experienced a true visceral moment. Seems kind of sad...***
Anyways, here's a few other things I massively enjoyed in my younger days. Let's see how long before they become bastardized by the hipster crowd: original, un-pc Warner Bros. cartoons, especially any featuring Daffy Duck in a satirical role (Duck Dodgers, The Scarlet Pumperkickel, Duck Twacy, etc.); ska logo t-shirts (Specials/The Beat, etc); the Ibanez MC 800/900 bass guitar; pot roast/beef stew; the Tom Collins; and bikini underwear on women (as opposed to the "thong"...bleh).
Let's see what happens...
*when KFC and Budweiser are making commercials featuring the mustachioed crowd, the supposed lovers of irony (as evidenced by their beloved t-shirts) are failing to grasp that they, themselves, have become ironic
**my chosen name for hipsters, and often used together. See "hipster twats" in previous posts.
***Sad or not, you've stained Star Wars...and for that, there is no sympathy or forgiveness