One of the things that I find difficult about being around my sister is the proximity of the evangelical church to conversation. She has a tendency to dump some member of the extended evangelical community on top of any situation we might be discussing and start asserting conclusions from this. It drives me insane because I don’t know these people, and whatever is relevant to them in their situation is pretty unlikely to be relevant to the one we are discussing.
My mum is not so bad, limiting her church conversations to slightly dull ramblings about the political goings on in hers. But the other day, when she was telling us about a recent sermon in which the pastor was trying to argue that Star Wars was based on the Christian story, Isabel shook her head and said, solemnly tongue in cheek, “No, Jesus wasn’t in Star Wars.”
On Christmas Eve there were three families in the cinema to watch The Good Dinosaur (quite a weird film, also no good jokes) but it was packed yesterday for Star Wars.
It was perfectly done fan fiction, bringing together all the best known themes, scenes and jokes from the original three films. (I don’t count the most recent three.) I wouldn’t say better than, rather, the most perfect conclusion to. It was also the perfect length – I couldn’t believe that it came in the same as the traditional Star Wars two hours because so much happened in the narrative. I think it was because the fight and chase scenes were cut short well before reaching the point of tedium.
Without spoilering, I would say that the one improvement they could have made was a better premise for Luke Skywalker’s disappearance than that he’d gone off in a huff to live on Craggy Island. It was a pretty lame reason for all the death and destruction of planets that ensued as everyone tried to find him. But then, Luke Skywalker was always the lamest of the Star Wars characters, so maybe it was just another joke?