So wow. Yesterday I posted about the (Inevitable) Rise of Skywalker, and today a trailer drops. It’s mostly a greatest hits trailer from the entire saga, cashing in on our previous emotional investments by pulling pretty hard on those heart strings, but hey, we did get to see what Rey may look like if she breaks bad! *cough* dream sequence *cough*.
Anyway, we’re not talking about the Rise of Skywalker today. No, we’re talking about how when I was a kid, the characters who learned the Force from Luke in all my hours of, let’s say “live action fan fiction reenactments with small scale replicas with kung fu grip”, were Han Solo and Boba Fett. Of which the latter of the two had all of five minutes screen time over two trilogies! That’s the power of Boba Fett, and the power of a show called The Mandalorian.
I’d also stay up late as a kid and watch scrambled Cinemax those old Clint Eastwood spaghetti westerns where he was the stranger of few words come through town just long enough to kill half the men of killing age and take their woman. But with style and the subtext that ultimately, he was the resigned good guy doing what had to be done because no one else in town had the steely grit or squinty eyes. Good stuff.
