Present At The
Creation-When Luke, Leia And Han Could Say To Be Young Was Very Heaven-George
Lucas’ “Star Wars” (1977)-A Film Review
DVD Review
By Sarah Lemoyne
(somehow the editorial assistant, obviously a stringer, in a few of my previous
recent reviews didn’t believe in spell-check or in inquiring to me personally
how to spell my name and did so with the incorrect “LeMoyne” which drew a
tell-tale red line under the incorrect spelling and should have been picked up.)
Star Wars, starring Mark
Hamill, Carrie Fisher (Eddie Fisher, he of the flyaway to Elizabeth Taylor
reputation and jilted former girl next door Debbie Reynold’s daughter),
Harrison Ford (he of the sullen Valley boy post-World War II hot rod “chicken
run’ at midnight set in future star-studded American
Graffiti ), and a cast of odd-ball characters from wizard Alex Guinness to
Darth Vader aka James Earl Jones he of the authoritative-or else-voice and all
the refuge of the galaxy wars and whatever techno-props were available at the
time of film shooting) directed by George Lucas, 1977
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Seth Garth of this
publication (and formerly for a long time of the prestigious American Film Gazette which impressed me
no end since I had been spoon-fed on that publication, on-line of course from
my young girlhood) is a beautiful man. Is a guy who has helped me out ever so
much in trying to establish myself as a writer, a journalist really in this my
first real job since I got out of journalism graduate school at NYU (we won’t
count the couple of years spent as a waitress, ah, waitperson at Zack’s in the
Village, a barista at you know where and as a cashier at Whole Foods although
maybe eventually once I get established and get my own by-line I can use the
material I gathered at those locales to fill out a few columns when I need
something in a hurry like every writer since Homer’s time has done when
deadline approaches).
Let’s settle this right
away before the Internet rumor mills churn their grist and spew out the usual
scandalous misinformation, no way, since I already have a companion whom I met
as a barista at you know where, are Seth, the older seasoned writer who has
seen it all and I, who still has star-dust in my eyes, sleeping together. That
little literary trope has been done to death both in real life with the likes
of the late Norman Mailer and others of the male-heavy literary establishment
of a generation ago, now too as it turns out with the rise of the #MeToo expose
movement, and their “young female met at some publishing event” so-called acolytes
or in fiction most recently as part of the novel Asymmetry reviewed in the New
York Review of Books. Christ Seth
has daughters older than I am and moreover as much as he has helped me he is
“damaged goods” in the romance department having like half the older guys
around here been married at least three times and is adamantly no longer
interested in the marriage ceremony. I am the “B” of LGBTQ” so marriage is a
hope especially if to another woman not that we can do that. I am very
interested in that prospect once I earn my keep in the literary world, or at
least can write reviews for cold hard cash.
Seth has helped me in
ways that matter as a matter of being a mentor to me, nothing more. Teaching me
the ropes in this dog eat dog business where truly you are only as good as your
last piece hitting publication and then the wolves begin to howl, especially if
you are any good. And especially by those will fall by the wayside and can’t
write and will earn their cold hard cash keep trashing those of us who can, who
want to, as “film historians,” culture critics, book review essayists from
whatever rock they have make their short climb. Teaching me things that they
have never taught in any journalism class because if they did then many more
people would be perfectly content to end their days as baristas at you know
where. The biggest thing Seth has taught me which came in handy recently when I
had my first real set-back in the business was that you had better yell loudly,
very loudly when some cowardly editor succumbs to office politics and takes a
plum assignment away from you.
Along with that very
sound advice Seth also said, hell, since I am only a stringer anyway and life
is precarious down at the bottom of the publishing food chain that I should
take the opportunity when it presents itself to publicly write about what is
what inside the fish bowl. Basically to dare any editor or fellow writer to cut
me off at the knees and not let it be published (and laughingly Seth said what
the hell you are getting paid by the word so stretch things out to pay the rent
anyway-another good piece of advice especially when you submit your piece just
before the deadline and that empty space you were supposed to fill is empty and
the first smells of panic take flight from the offices upstairs). Again it is good
to know the animal you are dealing with, fangs or licks. Seth told me that
Greg, the guy who hired me and the guy who has taken that plum assignment away
from me was put in charge after a vote of no confidence in the last site
manager and so is actually something of a usurper, a guy who got his job on the
rebound. Moreover, Greg is responsible to an Editorial Board and no new guy
wants to lock horns with that crowd so Seth said I should write whatever comes
into my thoughts and dare Greg and/or the Ed Board to not publish the
piece.
The number one villain
in this dog eat dog saga is one Sam Lowell (who as he told me to do in the
interest of full disclosure also happens to be a friend of Seth from the old
days when they were in high school and hung around the same forlorn corner in
the small town where they both come from and which tells you how really
cutthroat this business is despite high tone glossy presentations and nice
manners at cocktail parties and awards galas). Yes, that Sam Lowell of the big
film review by-line back in the day who won his spurs in the profession by
doing an incredible job of analyzing the history of film noir. That work is
still the benchmark by which anybody who has come after has to consult if they
don’t want to be laughed out of the room. A powerful man, a fixture, a force of
nature if he wants to be, even if he is well past his prime and when I met him
seemed to be a little wizened and not the florid-faced big shot I had expected
to meet. But more on that later. For now though what has me pissed off, what
had Seth pissed off for his own reasons about “passing the torch” and of plain
orneriness from their long-time sometimes prickly relationship, is that Sam
took without a murmur from anybody but Seth my Hammer Film Production six-film
series of psychological thrillers from the 1950s that Greg had given to me
after I had done a good on a couple of small reviews (for little money as one
might expect from a stringer). Sam’s reason, if he needed one, was that he had
done a couple of years ago the eight- film Hammer Film Production of film noirs
from the late 1940s and early 1950s that Columbia Pictures had outsourced to
them as low-cost using low production values, and unknown or has-been actors to
keep the expenditures down in a time when movie attendance was being eaten away
by the advent of television.
Greg immediately called
me in to give me the bad news. I sat there stunned, left, and ran into Seth at
the water cooler and told him my story. He said march myself right back into
Greg’s office and get something in return. That is when Greg offered me this
complete (so-far) Star Wars series
looking back at the epic from the fresh eyes of somebody who was not present at
the creation but who, truth, loved the action-packed series. Not only that but
I have first dibs on any future Marvel or DC Comic studio productions with the
understanding that I would have a better grip on why millions of kids have
their parents pony up for high-priced tickets and expensive sodas and inedible
popcorn to see this stuff that the older writers who have been drafted, mostly
kicking and screaming, to write about since I love those films as well.
My
blood is up though, egged on a little by Seth who has his own axes to grind
with Sam or maybe just for old times blood sport sake, and I am not finished
with Mr. Sam Lowell the big-time by-line columnist. I might have been, I might
have let it go given what Greg had given me to get me on my way to a coveted
by-line but Sam made the fatal mistake of thinking I was some carpet to walk
all over. I had started two of the reviews for that Hammer Production (that
outfit if you have never heard of it is English by the way, or it was back in
the 1940s, 1950s and early 1960s when beside noir and psychological thrillers
they also did low-rent horror and monster movies) and had, my mistake, shown
him those rough drafts. What he said about them, that snake in the grass, my
expression, that wizened old thief bastard, Seth’s expression, was that they
were good, that they should be published, and he would see Greg about doing so.
That part I took with some kindness and was starting to have a different
opinion of the guy, starting to see that this cutthroat business was real but
only on the surface when Sam said he wanted me to then, under his by-line
“ghost” a couple of rebuttal reviews essentially trashing what I had written
and making me out to be some holy goof who should have stayed in the service
industry, have stayed a barista at that place. That done, that holy goof stuff
done, Sam had the bright idea that we would have “dueling” reviews with me
playing the naïve dunce and him the thoughtful and erudite film critic. With me
writing everything on both sides like some sleazy lawyer, some hired gun,
writing whatever paper or cyberspace would take.
This is where Seth
really did put me straight, really made me realize that if I was to make it in
the profession I had better know what was what or else I would be continually
hammered by guys like Sam Lowell[O1] . This is what Seth told me about Sam (aided by
a little independent research and some serious conversations with Leslie
Dumont, who when she was younger had been put under the same Sam hammer as a
stringer until she finally left and got her big by-line at Women Today and by Sam’s long-time companion Laura Perkins who
nevertheless knew the pitfalls and pranks of her man). Everybody knows that Sam
Lowell re-wrote the book on the meaning of film noir. Made his name and rightly
so telling that new wave of film makers of the 1960s who were interested in the
genre going forward what made noir so compelling, even B-film material, from
plot to shadowy photography to the sublime sound tracks. Even today if one is
serious about film noir your first stop is Sam’s work. I have never heard anybody,
even his most vociferous detractors like Cella Dunne say otherwise. What people
don’t know although if they had thought about and had compared it to academia
and other professions Sam like the professors, the one note book writers, the
one genre artists had one big idea which he milked forever. Got that by-line
and never looked back. But aside from the million all expenses paid lectures
and conferences, the pithy little pieces for half-baked journals generated by
aficionados, that expensive by-line Sam never really expanded his universe.
Truth.
Seth thought maybe it
was because Sam like him was from hunger and that once he made his mark he
quit, he let the fate sisters ride him to wherever they wanted to take him. I
have mentioned this before as has Seth but Sam was perfectly happy when he was
short of an idea for a review, especially if it was a not a noir to take
whatever the studio publicity department handed-out, cut off the top, type his
name in and sent it along. Allan Jackson, when he was walking with the king
here, unaided by any such hinderance as an Ed Board was perfectly happy to
publish the piece no questions asked. Meanwhile Sam was on some beach, maybe
with Seth, maybe with some young woman, some Seven Sisters young woman who were
his preferred acolytes and grinders, snagged from one of those high-priced
lectures drinking whiskey sours and cavorting the day and night away. The other
thing that Sam would do and this is where Leslie Dumont came in with her
insights was to have a stringer, her mostly, write the whole thing and sent it in
under Sam’s name. Even tried, the old dog, the old “controversy” gag with
Leslie which Sam had tried on me. Allan was more than happy to publish the
pieces in double columns. Hopefully this will get some dewy eyes opened up and
not throw writers off the trial but I thought you should know what I now know
courtesy of Seth Garth, a beautiful man.
Now to the task at hand.
As I mentioned a minute ago in the “negotiations” between Greg and I we agreed
that I would do a retrospective of the entire Star Wars series now in its eighth rendition (plus a couple of
outliers in the bunch to introduce new elements, a black resistance fighter and
a female wannabe Jedi for starters) from fresh eyes, from eyes that were not
bedazzled by the first spectacle which animated my parents’ generation back in
the 1970s when they needed to have something to take their minds off of what
with the international gas crisis and endless ragtag inflation eating up their
dollars like crazy. This “fresh eyes” approach is important since we have just
witnessed in young Will Bradley’s review of the eight installment Star Wars: The Last Jedi what were jaded
eyes since Will in his own words could give a fuck about the stupid series.
This from a guy who slept through the one film he did see when his parents
grabbed a video from their local store and threw it in their VCR. Greg wanted a much better take, a rationale
for why new generations have gravitated to the series over the past forty or so
years, young, old and in between.
I am just the gal to do
this job because I too saw my first Star
War film via the old VCR although it was the very first one that I am
reviewing here. My parents loved the movies, had met at some retrospective at
the Tattler Theater in old-time Ann Arbor, at Michigan and while their
professions never intertwined with their love of films there was a constant
flow of films from the 1960s to 1990s running through the house in Cos Cob. From
then on I was hooked on the series unlike timid and fearful Will. I might add,
and here Seth has given me another good piece of advice kick your competitor
when she or he is down and Will is very down in the eyes of our supreme leader
Greg. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were reviewing Saturday morning kid shows
before long after that stunt with the precious A-1 review material he was given
to work with and blew. In case you have forgotten Will in any case was a guy
who went mano a mano with sainted Seth over the question of the homosexuality
of Sherlock Holmes and Doc Watson in their long film collaboration and got it
wrong, totally wrong not knowing about the dilly boys that this pair hung
around with on the wharves between cases. Will got caught with what I would
call his pants down not knowing of the rampant homosexuality in the English
public school (private schools here). Everybody, except beloved Seth who does
have a heart after all he has gone through, had a great big laugh at that faux
pas, even I chuckled when I heard what he had tried to do to defend himself
after Seth lashed him to the mast.
As the Star War series has progressed we have
seen many more sophisticated technological gizmos per film but I am here to
tell you that the basics were all set up in that first film from the grotesques
of the galaxy who no self-respecting persons not bitten by the “politically
correct” bug would let in the neighborhoods to the latest in space age travel.
That is however not the most important part-not the Hollywood “hook” that Seth
has told me that every film and every film review needs. Usually it is the
time-honored boy meets girl or these days girl meets boy or whatever other
combination, hopefully “B” meeting “B” but you don’t see much of that yet the
screen can produce-including inter-species love if the 2018 Oscar for Best Film
is any indication. Here though and it will drag out at least through this first
trilogy, the part of the saga that is the fight against the dark side, the
Darth Vader side is the whole question of good and evil and what to do about
it. What do good guys and gals do about it when the baddies want the galaxy and
they want it now.
With that as the
backdrop we have our three main players here and in the trilogy. Future Jedi
warrior prince angel avenger Luke Skywalker, played by young Mark Hamill, the
fairy queen Princess Leia of the royal house of whatever since apparently even
is advanced space technology and future times we are going to be bedeviled by
goddamn monarchies and future romantic interest Han Solo, played by
hard-working Harrison Ford of the jut-jaw who is the only one who broke out of
the sci-fi paydays good as they were. (Han was in once everybody figured out
you can’t have incest once it turns on a dime that Luke and Leia were brother
and sister and, and the children of … well see the film, oops see the trilogy).
They will be guided in their battles against the fallen satanic angel gone on a
vengeance run one Black Knight breathing heavy Darth Vader and his boss some
mad monk who as usual wants to rule the world and needs a good gunslinger to do
his dirty word. The battle is joined, the endless battles and heavy casualties
on the bad guys side. This is one point I will agree with Will Bradley on for
such a massive force the bad guys seem to be very ill-trained not to be able to
beat a few kids and assorted amateurs. More later since I have run out of
billable words.
