Cinema Movie: Star Wars: Episode VII – The Force Awakens (2015)

the-first-movie-posters-for-star-wars-the-force-awakens-might-have-leakedWhy return of Star Wars means US cinema is still in the trailer park

Unless you have been living on a distant planet (presumably one in a galaxy far, far away), you couldn’t have failed to notice that a new addition to the Star Wars franchise will soon be upon us. It’s called Star Wars: Episode VII – The Force Awakens (2015), and the latest trailer was reportedly viewed online 112 million times in the first 24 hours of its release. Furthermore, despite it having a December release, opening day tickets have already sold out across the globe.

All this should come as no surprise, of course. Since the first movie was released in 1977, the Star Wars franchise has become something of a cultural (read: marketing) phenomenon.

Without delving to deeply into the backstory, known to fanboys the world over, let’s jut say that from relatively small beginnings, the Star Wars franchise has developed into a behemoth of Empire proportions, changing cinema as it went. But not for the good. Star Wars destroyed cinema; a scorched-earth policy that sowed salt into fields of creativity.

It all began in the 1970s, which, as any cineast will no doubt tell you, was cinema’s second golden age. The seventies (more accurately, roughly from 1967-1980) was the period when filmmakers, such as Martin Scorsese, Robert Altman, Arthur Penn, Paul Schrader and others flourished, armed with a education in cinema and a desire to make challenging, adult films, often with personal or political themes, and employing actors that would never have swashbuckled in the 1930s or partnered Doris Day 20 years later. The seventies opened-up many a career.

George Lucas was one such filmmaker of this period, along with his Indiana Jones buddy Steven Spielberg.

For Lucas, ejected form his role on developing Apocalypse Now (1979), Star Wars started off as a personal project. His hero is called Luke, after all, while his mentor Francis Ford Coppola habitually referred to him as “kid”, an epithet Han Solo reserves for Luke in the first movie. But more than that, the original trilogy (actually parts 4-6) has its roots in the counterculture, and the ecologically-minded southern California of the 1960s (witness Princess Leia’s renaissance fair get-up or Yoda’s zen-like musings).

Lucas has said that in his original movies the Emperor was modelled on Richard Nixon. If this is true, then the climax of the Return of the Jedi, which sees the might of the technologically-advanced, defoliating Empire brought down by a guerrilla army of jungle-dwelling Ewoks armed with makeshift weapons, is equated with the American defeat in Vietnam. Or, looking at it another way, according to Dale Pollock in his book Skywalking, the Empire stands in to the studio system that sought to thwart Lucas wherever it could, with the likes of the Emperor and Darth Vader standing-in for impassive studio executives.

It is the personal, then, that forms the germ of Star Wars. But, like the chap in the song that got the foreman’s job at last, George Lucas is calling the Hollywood shots these days. He has become the Emperor. But back when the original movie went into production in 1976, the year America tried to lift itself after the psychological blow of Watergate, Lucas (Luke) was on a different path; to pass on those pre-Vietnam values to audiences and to put the awe back into cinema.

In the first instance, he failed, and the unease with which the original trilogy accommodates both its suspicion and admiration for whizz-bang technology sees it hark back to an older era of the cold war (“Where were you in ’62?” asked the tagline of Lucas’s 1973 breakthrough, American Graffiti), and anticipate the its heating-up in the 1980s (it was no surprise that Ronald Regan’s Strategic Defence Initiative was nicknamed ‘Star Wars’, while his small-guy heart-over-head heroes are nothing if not proto-Reganites).

As for the second ambition, American cinema has never recovered from the initial impact of Lucas’ vision of filmmaking. Lucas, and he had an ally in Steven Spielberg, wanted to put the wonder back into movies, jettison complexity. Films were to be immersive, all about feeling. One thing about US cinema in the 1970s was that it exploded genre. Cowboys, gumshoes and gangsters were all killed-off by deconstruction. None of that for Lucas, who wanted no hint of irony in his work. The child-like wonder envisioned for audiences instead made them infantile. Very soon, Ronald Reagan, a child of the movies, would be in the White House. Complexity wasn’t an issue any more, in films or foreign policy.

Robert Altman, a cinematic maverick whose directorial career stalled in the wake of Star Wars and the era of the event movie, rudely called such films “trailer park cinema”. As stories became simpler, and studios no longer investing in potentially risky talent and projects, franchises and sequels became the norm, with producer Lucas and director Spielberg at the vanguard of big-budget spectacles that asked nothing of the audience except to sit back and enjoy the ride. Likewise, by casting WASP-y actors in key roles, Lucas turned-back to a former era. The matinee idol was back in fashion. All this was writ large in the Lucas-Spielberg Indiana Jones collaborations.

When Lucas returned to directing after a 22-year gap to direct the charmless Phantom Menace (1999), the first of a bloodless trilogy of prequels, his return was compared with those of Terrence Malick and Stanley Kubrick, two lauded filmmakers with similar absences from the big screen. But, an awful lot of pixilated water had flown under many a CGI bridge by then, and Lucas was best equipped for the new age. Maybe he prepared the ground too well; the special effects were now in control, with actors, little more than props. At least, with The Force Awakens, director JJ Abrams seems to have taken his actors away from the green screen.

Star Wars looms large over the blockbuster, in every special effect and subordinate leading actor. Every corporate shill who moves form the arthouse to the multiplex still claims they have smuggled a personal vision into the slam-bang action, just as Lucas did.

The original Star Wars trilogy contained enough quality (and merchandising potential) to entice studios to follow their lead. But those qualities died long ago, just as Lucas-the-idealist has been replaced by Lucas-the-mogul. The wheels of marketing tell us that these films are still a big deal (never underestimate the power of marketing to create a kind of collective amnesia – Back to the Future 2 (1989), anyone?), and in the internet age we continue to feel that they are still a vital part of our lives.

When the original Star Wars emerged in 1977, it seemed to come from nowhere, and it touched millions. The latter-day additions to the franchise are just one of the countless millions. Just another action flick. They are their own imitator.

DVD Movie Review: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008)

Was the force with it?

The first animated Star Wars feature hit cinemas back in 2008, and paved the way for a television series that began in the same year, which featured 30-minute ‘mini-movies’ from Lucasfilm Animation. Picturenose takes a look back, to hopefully open discussion and debate.

Truth be told, while this reviewer was a great fan of the first three Star Wars movies, with Irvin Kershner’s Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back (1980) the clear champ, I feel that Star Wars creator George Lucas was distinctly ill-advised to have made parts one and two, even though he finally got it right with Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith (2005). So, was the advent of TV series a worrying sign at the time, and how well has it slotted in to the overall mythos?

And, also for the first time, Frank Oz did not provide the voice of Yoda – Tom Kane it was.

Of course, the defensive gushing began very quickly – Lucas led the field. “I felt there were a lot more Star Wars stories left to tell,” he explained to StarWars.com. “I was eager to start telling some of them through animation and, at the same time, push the art of animation forward.”

Star Wars: The Clone Wars showcased an entirely new look and feel to the galaxy far, far away, on the front lines of the intergalactic struggle between good and evil, with favorite characters as Anakin Skywalker (voiced by Matt Lanter), Obi-Wan Kenobi (James Arnold Taylor) along with new heroes such as Anakin’s padawan learner, Ahsoka (Ashley Eckstein). The villains, led by Count Dooku (Christopher Lee) and General Grievous (Matthew Wood) are poised to rule the galaxy. The stakes are high, and the fate of the Star Wars universe rests in the hands of the daring Jedi Knights.

Warner Bros. Domestic Distribution Pictures President Dan Fellman told StarWars.com: “This is a breakthrough project – returning Star Wars to the big screen in a completely new way while beginning an exciting new chapter in George Lucas’s legendary saga. We immediately felt that it would be a fantastic theatrical event and are thrilled to be bringing it to moviegoers.”

“Nothing like this has ever been produced for television,” added Turner Animation Young Adults & Kids Media President/CEO Stuart Snyder. “For 30 years, Star Wars has shown that it appeals to a huge breadth of fans. The Clone Wars…will be appointment television for everyone in the family. We’re thrilled to be working with Lucasfilm again and very excited to be playing a role in bringing this remarkable adventure to viewers.”

So, how was it? Any one who wishes to put Picturenose in the picture would be very warmly welcomed – do drop us a line.

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008)

So long, Doctor Jones…

You’re all expecting a rave, aren’t you? Shades of ‘your reviewer arrived flushed and breathless, gentle reader, after thrilling once more to the exploits of Indiana Jones in the latest action-packed installment, and couldn’t wait to share his joy with world’. Sorry, but think again, and prepare yourself for a rude awakening. The magic is over, and all we’re left with, in chapter four, is an historical artefact of bygone glories.

Now please, I beg of you, don’t get me wrong – I have thrilled to Spielberg’s films and the Indy series, from Raiders…(1981) onwards for nearly as long as I’ve been watching movies, so be assured that it was with no satisfaction whatsoever that I watched Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull first begin to slowly unravel after a very promising opening then, by slow and painful degrees, sink into a contrived, overplayed, poorly written mess that was lifted very little by a ‘spectacular’ climax that gives new meaning to ‘superfluous’, followed by a distinctly dubious denouement that I’m itching to spoil, but won’t, because any viewer with half an eye open will see where it’s all heading.

This may seem to be a paradoxical stance to take, but what seems finally to have run away from the creators, from director Steven Spielberg down to writer and story concocters David Koepp and George Lucas, is the concept of credibility.

Sure, we can all still buy the idea of an ageing Indy (Harrison Ford is now in his mid-sixties, which is older than Sean Connery was when he played Henry Jones Senior in …Last Crusade (1989)), pulled out of retirement during the Cold War (the story opens in 1957) encountering renegade Russians, led by a disturbingly sexy Irina Spalko (Cate Blanchett), who are seeking ‘paranormal weapons’ technology and are on to a secret that’s buried in the depths of time involving the Roswell Incident, El Dorado and ancient Mayan technology. We can even accept another ‘sidekick’ – thank God at least that this time around, it’s not Short Round, as in …Temple of Doom (1984), but rather James Dean-lookalike Mutt Williams (Shia LaBeouf), who is set to find that the ‘part-time teacher’ he’s been thrown in with has a few tricks up his sleeve.

What is completely unacceptable, however, is the expectation on the part of Spielberg and Co. that audiences will accept a group of talented actors (including Ford, it must be said, and John Hurt, and Ray Winstone) simply going through the motions, with one contrived set-piece following another. Even the return of Karen Allen as Marion Ravenwood from the first film disappoints – quite frankly, she’s not aged very well, and seems not to have been practising her acting too much in the interim, either.

Good stuff? Well, the early action and snide back-and-forth between Ford-Blanchett-Winstone is enjoyable, and there’s a sense that the film may be building to something truly spectacular. Sadly though, it never does – as Jones says, to Marion’s comment that he was not the man she knew ten years ago, way back in Raiders of the Lost Ark and in what now seems like another lifetime, let alone another film: ‘It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.’ How true, Harrison, how very true – and how sad that, despite Ford’s enduring charm as everyone’s favourite action hero, these words have proven to be a self-fulfilling prophecy both for the character and franchise.

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