George Lucas Redux – By James Franco
In honor of I don’t know what, I’ve been delving back into the films of George Lucas. I suppose it’s because of the news of a new Star Wars trilogy. I recently read Skywalking, the biography by Dale Pollock. The book details the struggles Lucas endured working himself up to the place where he could have artistic independence, something important to him because of how he was burned by those overseeing THX-1134 andAmerican Graffiti.
Isn’t it fun to think about that young weirdo thinking up Star Wars in his writing room, pulling his hair out as he wrote what was to become a new religion? It’s crazy to think that one guy just came up with all that crap and now it’s embedded in all our heads, as deep as anything. Say what you will about Star Wars, it’s a cultural touchstone with a footprint that is larger than than the foot that made it. It’s also a great film.
There is a moment in Raiders of the Lost Arc when Indy threatens to blow up the arc with a bazooka. His archeological rival, the blue-eyed Belloq, says something like, “You won’t blow it up, Dr. Jones. This [the arc] is history. We are just passing through.” This is how I feel about the Indy and Star Wars films—at least all the ones made before 1999.