For those of not in the know, I've been perusing this franchise with a strange and determined conviction for a while now. It all started last year, when The Force Unleashed smashed into my cranium faster than a speeding bullet. I got irrationally annoyed, paranoid some would say and then I started a crusade against Lucas' horror beyond horrors. Then time passed, good films came back into my life and I forgot about this silly feud.
Until now of course.
I have returned fresh from reviewing the fantastic and tragically cancelled Joss Whedon series Firefly and the mediocre Batman-in-space rip off Terminator: Salvation. I'm angrier than ever. Now that I have had the epiphany that all Firefly fans must eventually suffer. So, know that I mean only good when I say: Firefly died for your sins Lucas!
Let me explain. Thanks to the immense popularity of certain Science-Fiction franchises, specifically Star Wars and Star Trek, the popular view of the genre has become tweaked to stupidity. Once a breeding ground for the originality and insight seen in works like Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five, George Orwell's 1984 and Philip K. Dick's Do androids dream of electric sheep? the genre is now seen as something of mockery. In popular culture sci-fi is often seen as a breeding ground for the kind of pathetic, drooling adolescent morons seen only painfully unfunny comedies like Revenge of the Nerds (I'll get round to it).
So in combat to this stereotype sci-fi began to dumb down. The result: Star Wars. In my enraged state I've decided to stop picking on the prequel trilogy which everyone knows is shit and decided to go straight for the heart of the series. So without further bullshiting, I'm reviewing Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope.
Originally entitled simply Star Wars (until Lucas, you know, ruined the series for even the fans) this film jump started the entire series. The plot centres around a young boy named Luke Skywalker who falls in line with a crazy old man named Obi-Wan Kenobi and several other warriors from the factory of idiotic naming to fight against the malicious Empire, which is led by a fearsome wheeze bag named Darth Vader. This film in particular focus entirely on Luke's attempt to rescue a girl with the stupidest hairdo in the universe, Princess Leia.
I would love to say that this story had at least some originality, but it doesn't. The plot follows a simple “save the princess” routine in space. The concept is flawed, the dialogue is camp and the acting is adequate.
The action sequences are where the film comes alive. The special effects are quite clearly the best available in 1977, the choreography is exquisite and the accompanying music score is spectacular. It almost makes up for the rest of the film. Almost.
So what else can I actually say about Episode 4? Not a whole lot really. It's an action film plain and simple. It isn't deserving of it's cult following or even the vastly superior sequel, The Empire Strikes Back. No decisive blow can be struck either way, it's all so average.
6/10