So, I just watched Clone Wars.
I declare unto the world on this day that I am through being used and abused by the Star Wars franchise. Never again Lucas, never, never, never again.
I have lost the beautiful wonder and fascination that I felt as a boy when watching Star Wars. I remember my first Stars Wars experience like I remember my first kiss. I actually watched Return of the Jedi first. When Luke jumped off of the plank and started choppin’ up the bad dudes, I was hooked. Who wasn’t?
A long time ago, at an employer far, far away, Darren Zufelt sent me an article about Star Wars; the jest of the article was simple: most Star Wars fans actually hate George Lucas. The article was spot on. Yet, I still remained loyal, even though I secretly agreed.
Now, I am coming out of the closet, so to speak. I am breaking with orthodox geekery. I am turning my back on my beloved nerdy self. And it’s all because of Clone Wars. I’m like a whipped puppy; looking for love and finding only a snaggle toothed letdown.
The thing that bothers me most, is that I think that Lucas has now set the bar for future nerd/cult followings. I am weary of the Superman franchise. I am hopeful for the Batman franchise, but we’ll see; comic book movies generally flop on the third serving. The first movie is like a fine sushi bar, the second is authentic Italian, and the third is a happy meal. Think on these things my brethren and sistren, you’ll come to accept it as unadulterated truth (remember the neon Batman movie).
Maybe there is hope. Wolverine is coming out. Watchmen is on its depressing way. I keep fasting and praying for The Flash movie, but it looks doubtful that it will ever happen. Perhaps The Hobbit will satisfy my cravings.
Tell me my friends, what’s a geek to do?
