The following essays contains spoilers for all Star Wars films and Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic.
For the first six months of dating, my partner believed I hated Star Wars. Any time the franchise was brought up I would express visible disgust. Episode IX: Rise of Skywalker was still too fresh on my mind, and that film had buried my love for lightsabers deep down. But the lady doth protest too much, methinks.
The truth is I love Star Wars. I always have and always will. But the franchise is hard to love because it has a fundamental flaw. And that weakness is not a recent development arising out of the sequel trilogy. That problem started a long time ago in theaters not so far away.
Episode IV: A New Hope is a classic hero’s journey. The film is the most prototypical example of the monomyth, and Joseph Campbell’s influence upon George Lucas is well documented. Luke Skywalker answers the call to adventure, crosses the threshold, transforms himself, and in doing so saves the galaxy.
The morality of that first film is obvious and binary. The Rebels are the good guys. The Empire are the bad guys. Luke is robed in white, and Darth Vader is dressed in black from head to toe. From the moment Luke discovers the charred corpses of his aunt and uncle, the audience never doubts his mission to stop the Empire. And the guiding lights for Luke on this adventure are Obi-Wan Kenobi and the very idea of the Jedi.
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