For years, it seemed like some sort of weird dream. Yet I could remember every detail of staying up late at the age of four at my grandmother's house to watch the first piece of Star Wars visual entertainment since Star Wars. I could remember sitting right in front of the screen in a wood paneled den and the names of every member of Chewbacca's family and their UFO-shaped house in the trees and dozing off while struggling to remain awake and the creepy sensation of listening to Princess Leia sing that gross song. If my grandma and I hadn't spent the next few years laughing over the names "Lumpy" and "Itchy," I might have concluded that none of it had really happened, because there was no Internet to remind us that The Star Wars Holiday Special really did air on November 17, 1978, on CBS. George Lucas certainly wasn't going to remind us.
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Wednesday, November 22, 2023
Monday, March 5, 2018
Review: 'Star Wars: The Classic Newspaper Comics Volume 2'
Russ Manning had been illustrating the Star Wars comic strip since it started running in
newspapers in 1979, but terminal health issues forced him
out of the job in mid-1980. After a seven-month period in which Alfredo Alcala
took over, the project officially fell onto Al Williamson’s drafting table.
With all due respect to Manning, who’d done a more than capable job, Williamson
was the best person for the job. While Manning’s artwork was less cartoony than
the work illustrators such as Howard Chaykin and Carmine Infantino had been
doing in Marvel’s comic books, Manning didn’t make much effort to really capture the
likenesses of the likes of Mark Hamill, Carrie Fisher, and Harrison Ford or the
costumes of Darth Vader and Chewbacca. When Williamson delivered an
adaptation of The Empire Strikes Back
for Marvel, comic book readers received the closest experience to watching the
movie at home in the days before its VHS release. With an illustrious
background that included work on E.C.’s sci-fi titles and Flash Gordon, Williamson was not surprisingly George Lucas’s first
choice for the job even before Manning got it.
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Review: Vinyl Reissue of 'Raiders of the Lost Ark: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack'
John Williams has a reputation for creating unforgettable,
rousing, and well, bombastic tunes, such as the themes to Star Wars, Superman, and E.T. However, he did not become
Hollywood’s biggest soundtrack composer with bombast alone. Williams could also
conjure pieces of elliptical beauty, such as the haunting five-note theme from Close Encounters of the Third Kind and
the rippling “End Credits” music from E.T.
that recalls Saint-SaĆ«ns’s “Aquarium”.
Thursday, May 25, 2017
8 Essentials for Living the Original Star Wars Life
When Twentieth Century Fox took a major gamble on a goofy
space fantasy imagined by that goofy kid who’d made American Graffiti, neither that company nor George Lucas could have
imagined we’d still be so ensconced in Star
Wars forty years later. In fact, fans are now able to ensconce themselves
more completely in that wacky universe of wookiees, droids, banthas, and
wampas than they could back in the late seventies even though it seemed that
every conceivable object had some sort of Star
Wars equivalent back then. However, compared to a time when anyone can
snooze in a tauntaun sleeping bag, make waffles shaped like the Death Star, or
dab on Lando-scented cologne, the late seventies was a comparable Tatooine-desert
of Star Wars merchandise. You
couldn’t even watch the movies on your TV set yet, so those who wished to never
leave Lucas Land had to make do with the essential bits of Star Wars-ernalia available. So for you contemporary kids who don’t
understand how good you have it, here are eight examples of Star Wars essentials every fanatic worth his or her salt owned back
when nobody knew what the hell A New Hope
was.
1. Kenner Toys
Let’s get the obvious out of the way. The most effective way
to melt into the Star Wars universe
aside from watching the films has always been to get down on the floor
surrounded by little bits of Star Wars-shaped
plastic. The history of Kenner’s Star
Wars figures has been regurgitated many, many, many times. I’m sure you
already know about how unprofitable movie-tie-in toys had been, how Lucas made
his fortune by retaining merchandising rights, how the toys weren’t ready for
X-mas 1977 so Kenner sold cardboard “Early Bird” vouchers for Luke, Leia,
Chewie, and R2-D2 figures instead. Blah, blah. Equally important is how nifty
these little figures that could fit into scale Millennium Falcons and
TIE-fighters were, how kooky the decisions to make figures of barely-on-screen
characters like Prune Face and not-on-screen-at-all characters like Cloud Car Pilot was while neglecting more prominent characters like Tarkin and Uncle Owen
because they didn’t look as cool, and how holding one of these tiny things in
your hand today draws up childhood memories like biting into a Proustian Madeleine. And let’s not neglect all of those other variations of Star Wars playthings, like the
too-big-to-fit-into-a-plastic-X-Wing “large size” figures that did such an
effective job of capturing character likenesses and that plush Chewbacca toy that inspired so many of us to toss our teddy bears in the bin.
2. Listening Materials
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Review: 'The Princess Diarist'
Carrie Fisher had written six books, two of which are
memoirs, but she had yet to fully address the cinnamon-bun-haired, unusually
petite elephant in the room. Even in her previous book, Wishful Drinking, which came packaged in a teasing jacket depicting
a soused Alderaanian princess passed out on a bar, Fisher’s most famous role
only starred on a few pages.
With Star Wars so
vengefully back in the pop culture consciousness, and Carrie Fisher, herself,
finally back in Star Wars, the
writer/actress could not ignore Leia any longer. So everyone who owns a tiny, plastic
reproduction of Carrie Fisher will surely rejoice in the idea of 250 pages of undiluted
Star Wars memories in her seventh
book, The Princess Diarist.
Monday, July 18, 2016
10 Reasons Marvel’s ‘Star Wars’ Comic Is The Most
A long time ago, right in the galaxy that you and I babble
and drool in every day, there were no prequels. There were no CGI animated
cartoons. There was no J.J. Abrams (at least not one who made movies or
possibly even had gotten his first zit yet). There was no Timothy Zahn, no
“Ewok Adventures”, “Droids” cartoons, or even a Return of the Jedi, Empire
Strikes Back, or Splinter of the
Mind’s Eye. Way back in 1977, there were only two ways you were going to
get “Star Wars” stories: by seeing the movie or by reading Marvel’s brand-new
line of Star Wars comics.
It all started on April 12, 1977, with writer Roy Thomas and
artist Howard Chaykin’s faithful six-issue adaptation of the first film. The
successful comic was not going to end there, though, and since George Lucas’s
proper sequel was still more than two years away, Marvel’s writers had to get a
bit creative with the “Star Warriors,” as they christened Luke, Leia, Han,
Chewie, and C-3PO (interestingly, without any muscle to throw around or
vocabulary, the ever-popular R2-D2 was very rarely given much to do in the
comics’ ten-year run). Before Star Geeks debated endlessly and exasperatingly
about what was and wasn’t “canon,” these illustrated adventures could get
pretty daffy, but that was a big part of the fun. At times, Marvel’s Star Wars comics could even be genuinely
thoughtful and dramatic. Fans who don’t take a trio of children’s films about
wookiees and jawas too seriously will find plenty of reasons to agree that those
old Marvel comics were the most. Here are ten of them.
1. Deleted Scenes
Monday, February 1, 2016
366 Days at the Drive-In: Day 124
The Date: February
1
The Movie: Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
What Is It?: In
his quest for the lost ark of the covenant, archaeologist/adventurer Indiana
Jones tangles with Nazis, giant balls, face-melting ghosts, and snakes—or
serpents, if you will.
Why Today?: Today
is Serpent Day.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Things That Scare Me: Case Study #12: Raiders of the Lost Ark
In spite of (or, perhaps, because of) my adult infatuation with all things horrifying and horrific, I was scared of absolutely everything when I was a kid. A television commercial for a horror movie was enough to send me racing from the den in a sweaty palm panic. As an ongoing series here on Psychobabble, I've been reviewing some of the things that most traumatized me as a child and evaluating whether or not I was rightfully frightened or just a wiener.
Case Study #12: Raiders of the Lost Ark
I went into my first “viewing” of Raiders of the Lost Ark with such extreme prejudice that I kept my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears for, essentially, the entire movie. I’m not exaggerating. This “Things That Scare Me” feature is too therapeutic for me to waste time cracking jokes at my own expense. I’m not exactly sure where I got the idea that this movie might terrify me since my seven-year-old self knew virtually nothing about it before my mom dragged my sister, my grade-school best pal Antonio, and me to the theater. I do recall that my parents went on a married-couple date to see it before taking the kids. My guess is that there was some discussion regarding what effect the film would have on their highly impressionable and embarrassingly lily-livered son, which I most likely overheard. Such a conversation would have affected me not only because its topic was the possibility I would see something that might toss more fuel on the eternal flame of my nightmares but also because of the way it probably happened. I could imagine my parents having this discussion in hushed tones, believing themselves to be out of my earshot. These kinds of conversations always hit me as weighty, ultra-serious. What could this Raiders of the Lost Ark movie contain that would warrant such a talk? A graphic autopsy? A monster that turns to the camera and says, “Tonight, Mike Segretto, I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”
Case Study #12: Raiders of the Lost Ark
I went into my first “viewing” of Raiders of the Lost Ark with such extreme prejudice that I kept my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears for, essentially, the entire movie. I’m not exaggerating. This “Things That Scare Me” feature is too therapeutic for me to waste time cracking jokes at my own expense. I’m not exactly sure where I got the idea that this movie might terrify me since my seven-year-old self knew virtually nothing about it before my mom dragged my sister, my grade-school best pal Antonio, and me to the theater. I do recall that my parents went on a married-couple date to see it before taking the kids. My guess is that there was some discussion regarding what effect the film would have on their highly impressionable and embarrassingly lily-livered son, which I most likely overheard. Such a conversation would have affected me not only because its topic was the possibility I would see something that might toss more fuel on the eternal flame of my nightmares but also because of the way it probably happened. I could imagine my parents having this discussion in hushed tones, believing themselves to be out of my earshot. These kinds of conversations always hit me as weighty, ultra-serious. What could this Raiders of the Lost Ark movie contain that would warrant such a talk? A graphic autopsy? A monster that turns to the camera and says, “Tonight, Mike Segretto, I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”
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