A FOREWARD FROM THE MASTER
Hello everyone, and welcome back to the Skywalker Ranch where fairies fly and blasters blast, and all feel like younglings on the eve of a midsummer's night. It has been about four years now since the final chapter of the STARWARS saga has been completed and the missing links filled in with Episode III, Revenge of the Sith. It has been one heck of a ride, all the way from the first appearance of Uncle Owy and Aunt Beru back in '77 to the climactic laser-sword duel between Ben Kenobi and Anakin in Sith. It's been great seeing the fruits of all my hard labor these past few years, and now a popular STARWARS fan website has asked me to compile a collection of my greatest and most memorable memories and achievements in my long and great career. I agreed, and here I am writing the introduction to a marvelous gem of a tale. It's actually more like a mausoleum (fun word) wherein are stored my deceased accomplishments of old. No, actually, there's a bad example, but nevertheless it's good once in a while to resurrect those memories, those dreams that you once had, when you were aspiring to become someone or something great, riding the hard-knock wave of ghetto life and working in the neighborhood video shop; it's not a stereotypical thing either, the memoirs I mean, because these are the memories of someone great, a legendary character, a true hero of our times, a vir magnus fit for days of old; Homer would have sung him next to Achilles, Virgil next to Aeneas; one great man dared to yank the world by the reigns and ride the darn thing right on into the new millenium. That man is none other than little old me, the founder and creator of the STAR WARS, a simple, humble, and honest man who had a story inside him and who brought that story to life; these are my memoirs, my recollections, my histories, my life; this is my story.
-George Lucas
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Any great film has a great ending. Ask anyone: Spielberg, Hitchcock, Columbus, Raimi; they'll all tell you that the ending makes or breaks the entire movie. A lot of the time it's the ending that gets written first, and all the greats will tell you that a good ending is the best way to wrap up a story. Now, contrary to what you might have thought, all the STARWARS films have one absolute ending, which is Episode VI, Revenge of the Jedi.
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Did I get you there?? I have just written Revenge of the Jedi, and you just kept on reading like nothing was the matter. In fact (like the fanboy you are), you should have jumped at the "misprint" there. The correct subtitle of Episode VI is actually ReTURN of the Jedi, although in the scriptwriting process it went by the name of the former (confusing, isn't it? I tricked you big time!). A little Big George trivia there for you. You'll be getting a lot of that (and some more hidden surprises) as we continue on our magical journey to the nether galaxies. But all jesting aside, let's focus in on the Final Chapter of the STARWARS saga- Episode VI, Return of the Jedi. Episode VI is the ultimate ending of STARWARS; the endings of the other movies are just little 13 month (or 25 year) "intermissions," if you will. The entire STARWARS experience is intended to be viewed as one, fifteen-plus hour film.
I came up with the idea for STARWARS ages ago, back even before the beard. When I finally decided what I wanted to do with my life--have one idea that makes me billions and guarantees my fame forever so I never have to do anything again (which I actually failed at, being a major creative part of Indiana Jones, but director-wise anyway)--I was a young college kid fresh out of USC film school and wanted in on the biz. I traded some homeless guy a Cracker Jack box (empty, of course) for a shiny metal pin that said "THE WARS OF THE STARS HAVE BEGUN." To this day I don't know what that meant, but I've kept that pin close to my heart, namely on my left shirt pocket, ever since. From there it was a matter of coming up with some random characters and plot and writing some iffy dialogue, thrown in and spiced up with mind-numbing special effects, and we were set. I started concentrating all my efforts on the ending to the greatest saga ever told. I've noticed recently on the "Web" there have been all these rumors circulating about the origins of STARWARS; they are complete lies. People make stuff up. For instance, I heard one rumor that I wrote myself in the original script for the part of "Luke Starkiller"; why would I ever want to play that pansy, for Pete's sake? I was originally slated to debut my acting career as the rogue Hanz Solo, a brave kind of "Gestapo-gunslinger of the future."
Ever since I was a kid, I was really into Westerns and all the great Western actors: Wayne, Cooper, Rogers, Eastwood--the legends. I can remember the humid Georgian summers, sitting out on Gramma Betty's porch drinking sweet tea and blastin' Jim Kregger's pigeons with my dime store six shooter, gunslinger style. I was the best of the West back then. Sweet tea and gunsmoke. I can still smell that smoke, burning through my olfactories like chiggers. I can remember walking the dusty, sleepy streets of suburban Modesto as an eight year old, all alone, scanning the sun-baked paths for Frank Miller and his gang of killers. Justice! I was a lone wolf, a cool, slick styler who had a heart for law and order and who knew how to bring it. Those days were the start of it, the beginning of my long, hard-fought journey to Hollywood. My path has not been unlike that of Gary Cooper in High Noon; more than once in my life I've faced tough decisions as a lone gunman, bereft of loved ones, friends deserted. I've been there--to Hell and back again, just like Bilbo. I was the real Arizona Kid. But I've pressed on, and the world's a better place for it.
But like I was saying, essentially STARWARS is a Western film. Not in the traditional sense, of course, with all the "long long ago but somehow in the future" business. And ever since I conceived of STARWARS (and yes, I did conceive of the entire story at once, contrary to what some people call "making it up as you go"), I wanted it to have all the necessary elements Westerns have. So really, Han Solo is the main character. There, I said it. STARWARS is not about whiny Anakin or whiny Padme or whiny Luke or whiny C-3PO, its about the rough, tough, good-gracious bodacious man of a man, Han Solo. Han Solo knows how to fight. None of this "ancient technology and hokey Jedi religion" for him. He can fend for himself, thank you very much. With a blaster at his side and the Falcon waiting in the bay, he's ready to kick some rear-end and take some names. Of course, as soon as I made this known to the producers and the folks at the studio, pandemonium ensued. They wanted to take the story in this direction, blah blah, Luke this, Leia that, and Han got kicked to the side like a dirty rag. Someday I will refilm the series as they were intended. Of course people say the dialogue in the new trilogy is bad! That's because it's supposed to be a young Han Solo in love, not "the Chosen One," some wimpy adolescent Jedi! People just up and forget about him! What a thanks for the man who pretty much single-handedly destroyed the freaking second Death Star, which was like 10 times bigger and more powerful than the one Luke destroyed! And Ben Kenobi pretty much destroyed that one anyway!
There was another nasty rumor that claimed I said "Han and Leia probably did get married... They settled down, she became a senator, and they got a nice little house with a white picket fence. Han Solo is out there cooking burgers on the grill." Oh, for the love! Gag me with a spoon! Why in God's green earth would Han Solo ever live in a house with a white picket fence! The STARWARS universe doesn't even have white picket fences! What, so now that you've killed two bad guys, the universe is saved and everybody's just hunky-dory? What about the billions of stormtroopers and Imperial commanders? They just give up the second their Emperor dies? Please! Have some dignity! Han Solo is not a settle-down guy. He most likely went on hundreds of thousands of other galactic adventures, no matter if "Princess" Leia went with him or not. And why is she a Princess? Doesn't she come from a democratic planet? Who came up with these characters anyway?
And I don't have a turkey chin!!