Have you ever had one of those Six Degrees of Separation moments, in which the cosmos aligns itself around a common theme?
That happened to me today.
I hadn’t thought about Star Wars in a long time. I saw the first movie with my dad when I was 10, and I became and instant fan. I gobbled up the two sequels greedily, and I pinched every sol to buy a copy of John Williams’ soundtrack.
But after the first three films, something horrible happened: With Episode I, George Lucas dazzled himself with his own Industrial Light and Magic. Suddenly, the motion of Jar Jar Binks’ ears—and selling video games—was more important than telling a story. By the end of the film I was so disgusted that I vowed to avoid any future Star Wars movies.
I feared I’d lost my love for Star Wars and that I’d never be able to recapture that early sense of wonder. But then, this afternoon I opened the July 2011 issue of Popular Photography. Among the articles was a brief about French photographer Stéfan le Du, who has spent the last year photographing Stormtroopers in unlikely situations.
… as le Du points out, their utter lack of facial expression makes it easy to imagine them in any mood.”
I was amused by the droll situations he concocted with his figurines.
But of all the Stormtrooper cultural cross-references, my favorite was the slightly twisted convergence of Star Wars and Titanic. I can almost hear Celine Dion singing in the background …
So … hats off to Aaron for his eloquent protest against Episode 1, and to Stéfan for his brilliant and ingenious photos. Between you, you’ve helped me appreciate Star Wars through new eyes.