My too short attention span
How do I summarize more than forty years of cinema. A period that requires a triple-trilogy to spin out the tale? That’s easy. I have a confession. I never watched that saga.
Nine movies? Plus spin-offs and associated material? Sorry. Didn’t watch. I an referring to Star Wars. Hard to be alive in my cultural context and not know the broad subjects. Or the music. Great music, for the first hour. After four decades, I’m left with no real need for new variations. But, what did I watch.
Well, this was a noble effort by someone to try and make the subject into a something more than faint praise. This might be the largest effort in serial cinematography, ever. Not enough to get my into a seat with popcorn, but that’s me. At one point, I was offered a pirate copy of one trilogy, but the person miscalculated how many VHS tapes would be required, and my version was “short”. That allows me to claim that despite my best efforts, I did not actually watch any of the nine movies. Oh well.
I cannot be quizzed on subplots, or expected to recognize anything other than the simplest of of visual references. And the music, while memorable, gets repetitive. Akin to an overload of Bach cantatas. No need to add a box set to my gift list, because I wouldn’t watch it. My own take is that Lucas probably peaked with Graffiti, but you can decide for yourself. I will find my own defining moment for visuals in my lifetime. Something involving a lunar landing module, probably.
