George Lucas and the Greeks

After visiting Greece I came to the conclusion that British and French imperialism was good for Greek Antiquities. The Elgin marbles are better off in the hands of real museum curators. The same thing is true for Star Wars.
Somebody, anybody, should have wrested control (or at least creative control) from that madman named George Lucas. The guy hasn't made a decent movie in, I don't know, two decades.

It's a little understood fact that it isn't the writer, director or even the actor that can make or break a movie. It's the Editor. A bad editor can ruin a good movie and a good editor can make a turd, blossom. And it's not too widely known that Lucas had a wife, named Marcia, that was a film editor. More precisely, his film editor. And it's even less widely known that she divorced his crazay ass right around Empire Strikes Back.

Hmmm, is it just a coincidence that American Graffiti, Star Wars and Raiders of the Lost Ark were all great movies (and maybe Empire Strikes Back) and everything since just sucked massive Jedi ass?

So when I watched, shudder, episode 3, I just kept thinking to myself "Self, who is the idiot that green lit this project and how can I kick his ass?" How can you ruin the greatest modern mythology since Lord of the Rings? How can you denigrate the sheer brilliance of Star Wars with stupid CGI fireworks? Why does Lucas create situations that require a Deus Ex Machina, usually in the form of R2D2, every five minutes?

Seriously, since when can R2 jump 20 feet in the air? Since when does he have a blaster? Since when does he have oil reserves? C'mon, the bot can barely walk in Episode 4. But 30 years earlier, in galactic federation imperial years, he's Inspector Gadget. What happened? Did he not take his robot geritol?

Anyway. I'm pissed off at the destruction of my childhood fantasies. It's just lame and stupid and dumb and demoralizing and bullshit.

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Currently I'm listening to Mr. Crowley from the album "Blizzard Of Ozz" by Ozzy Osbourne