Part of the appeal of the original Star Wars trilogy is that it was a fundamentally simple fairy tale:
orphaned farm boy’s remaining family is slaughtered, so he decides to leave
home and fulfill his destiny as a galaxy-liberating superhero, redeeming his evil
robo-dad and hanging out with robots, a princess, a pirate, and a giant dog
along the way. The twenty-first century decision to make the tale more
complicated than it really needs to be necessitates a book like Ultimate Star Wars. It took four writers—Patricia
Barr, Adam Bray, Daniel Wallace, and Ryder Windham—to make sense of all the
minor characters, planets, and intergalactic politics the prequel
trilogy and the TV series “The Clone Wars” and “Rebels” lumped into the
mythology. The book attempts to follow a timeline of sorts by using the
series’ multitudinous characters, locations, and hardware as springboards for summarizing the major historical events of
the Star Wars universe, but its format, which involves a lot of chronological leaps, keeps the story
from ever getting totally straight. Plus, the quartets’ writing tends to follow
the dryness of the prequels instead of attempting to recapture the childlike
fun of the original trilogy, so the book reads like a history textbook. Oh, Star Wars. How far you’ve come since the
carefree days of C-3PO’s cereal and Boba Fett Underoos.
The writing and format issues are not necessarily deal
breakers, since Ultimate Star Wars is
a coffee table book at heart, and it is definitely a great-looking one, overstuffed
with big color photos of some of cinema’s most colorful characters. And I assure you that with the exception of a few background characters (Death Star Droid, Snaggletooth, Ree-Yees, etc.) they are all present and accounted for. Hello, Lobot! Hello, Porkins! Hello, Zuckuss 4-Lom! Hello, 4-Lom Zuckuss! Hello, Imperial Officer that Darth Vader chokes for mouthing off! Hello, Cliff Clavin! There is also a smattering of neat behind-the-scenes snaps. The most priceless one is easily a shot of Irvin Kershner, Darth Vader, and IG88 snuggling together to say “cheese.” It is adorable.
My fellow
original trilogy purists should beware that this book really rubs our noses in the
“Special Editions” and prequels. It is so excessive that the guy who wore
heavy makeup to play Governor Tarkin at a far distance in Revenge of the Sith is used to illustrate that
character’s section instead of Peter Cushing. The section on Jabba’s palace
contains a still of the universally loathed— and Jedi-free— “Jedi Rocks”
song-and-dance number. The one on Greedo contains a shot of the CG laser
leaving his pistol before Han Solo has a chance to shoot first. And I thought
George Lucas’s relinquishment of Star
Wars to Disney would have brought an end to this kind of thing. How naïve I
am.