I could agree that the prequels were kinda doomed, damned by expectation.
Experience has taught me that when a powerful franchise dies, the fanboys are left screaming for more. The longer you let them scream, the longer that desire builds up, the crazier it gets when you finally give them what they want. Man, I remember going to see *Star Trek: The Motion Picture * when it opened, and the people in that theatre were nuts!
I had those same expectations when *Phantom Menace * opened. It wasn’t BAD, certainly, but I did not like the orange duck monster that talked like Stepin Fetchit, and the idea that a Jedi would gamble everything on a small child being able to win a road rally struck me as insane.
If that ain’t bad enough, we later have the kid accidentally launch a fighter and singlehandedly win the big space battle at the end, despite the fact that he has no idea what he’s doing.
Yeah, he had the Force all right. Force = George Lucas Said So, And That Settles It.
Batman, too, is cool, though he ties into a different vibe. Han Solo wins as often as he loses, but you can always count on him to escape, to somehow snatch victory from the jaws of defeat; he’s that kind of character. This is what made the Carbonite Freezing scene so dramatic – no escape. He’s froze up in there, and now he’s Jabba’s wall ornament…
Batman’s zeitgeist is different; he ties into the part of us that pretty much wishes we could not only kick EVERYONE’S ass, but that wishes we were so good at it that we could afford to be generous. Not everyone deserves an asskicking, you know. Simple acknowledgement of the fact that I could if I wanted to is sufficient, thank you.
True, he does sometimes get beat… and then, he’s placed in a cell, or a deathtrap, or some durn thing or other, which he then figures his way out of (or, failing that, pulls a deus ex machina out of his Utility Belt), escapes, and armed with his new knowledge about his foe, proceeds to go kick the bejesus out of him, just like in a million SDMB threads.
Yeah, that’ll get the fanboys a-droolin’, sure enough.
I do kind of wonder about the state of the art, though. For me, the Rubicon was Jurassic Park. I sat there in the theatre, mouth hanging open, looking at the dinosaurs, and thought to myself, “Jesus. That’s it. We have reached a point in cinema technology where we can literally CGI anything we can imagine, and make people believe it.”
At the time, I thought this was good. Why not? Instead of spending a fortune on models, sets, monsters, stop-motion puppets, and a buncha crap that may look fake anyway… we just do it all on computer, and it’s great, right?
What I never thought about was the audience.
CGI is still magical, for me. I grew up with stuff like The Valley Of Gwangi, with jerky stop-motion dinosaurs, and seventies vampire movies where red tempera paint would do for blood. I grew up in an era where you had to reach out a little… where putting dried Bisquick on an actor’s face was symbolic of his monsterness, you know? You had to WORK with some of these movies. They couldn’t do it alone.
Nowadays, though, the current generation just doesn’t feel that way. I was amazed at the first *Spider-Man * movie. I thought the character moved exactly like he would in the comics. I was thrilled.
I thought the Hulk was pretty impressive, too, albeit a bit too big. I thought the scenes of him leaping across Arizona were quite good, very well done.
…and both times, I’ve heard people saying it looked fake. Too computer-generated. Not REAL enough.
Jeez, kid, you don’t think that’s REAL enough? Man, when I was your age, I had to settle for Lou Ferrigno in a frickin’ fright wig, punching his way through a sheet of drywall painted up like bricks! And we LIKED IT!!!
So, yeah, *Star Wars * may well be doomed. Assuming George doesn’t let anyone else write or direct any more…