And at the same time, it was comfortably familiar. It riffed off of popular themes and mythologies and tropes: good guys and looming villains fighting for obviously good and evil causes (something sorely missing from the Vietnam conflict); the plucky underdogs facing daunting odds, swashbuckling adventure, a hint of romance, the rogue with the sidekick, the cool hot rod, western shoot-outs, dogfights, chases, sword fights, comedy relief, you name it. In 1977, Americans needed an escape. Something fun and light-hearted and feel-good. Star Wars hit the mark perfectly, and it has been rewarded handsomely ever since.
Even after all these years, Darth Binks still makes me laugh. It’s completely debunked, of course, but the humor of it makes it one of my favorites. I’d have to watch the movie again to develop a more serious fan theory, and I don’t really want to go that far. When faced with a clone army being handed to the Republic, an army of two hundred thousand armed, trained soldiers, equipped with all the ships, vehicles, supplies, organization, and officers they would need to deploy immediately, all just handed over at just the right moment of crisis like a Final Fantasy Limit Break, the Jedi Council’s conclusion was “eh, seems legit.” The Jedi clearly knew more about the entire situation than they let on.