Erratica Reduex

Tonight RxM and I sat down and watched the Star Wars DVD I acquired a few months back, which had the original, unaltered theatrical release of Star Wars.  I had been putting off watching it, because I was afraid that the film that literally redefined my life wouldn't stand up to the test of time.  Interestingly enough, it stands up very well.  Sure it's hokey, but with the perspective of time, I can appreciate the pulp influences in the action and dialog (Leah actually sounds very 1930s-ish in tone and voice, come to think of it).  The plotting and pacing is very tight and spare; thinking about it, I can really not think of any scene that would need to be either cut down or substantially altered.

What was fascinating to me is that even in the era of CGI effects, the 1977 effects largely stood up to modern work; models, mattes, and rubber masks still work as well in nearly all the situations that CGI is now put to.  It was also apparent that the extra CGI that the newer versions of Star Wars really didn't add anything. think that's partially because they had a "good enough" attitude- Mos Isley for example, didn't need anything more added to it to give the impression of a run-down, seedy starport.  The masks and puppets of the aliens in the bar were enough to give the feeling of a worderfully diverse and exotic universe.

There's a tendency for artists in general to go back and redo their works when they have additional experience, time or resources to do so.  In some cases this is definitely warrented, but it's also worthwhile to preserve earlier, worthwhile versions, and to know when a film is complete enough.  I can't really think of anything that the later versions add to this film, and given a choice between showing my niece the original or the expanded edition, I would go for the original.  

I came away from this film thinking that there's a lesson in this for all artists in any medium I think.  I also ended up thinking I really REALLY want to see this good DVD version of Star Wars on a big projection screen, someplace where we could listen to that incredible Williams soundtrack on surround-sound speakers.


 

In spite of my natural cynicism about the custom, I still made some resolutions for the new year: lose weight, be more healthy, be more creative...

...I should have just gone for "Don't mis-set my alarm clock so that I wake up at 7:05 on a work day."

After the least romantic shared shower in my history, I was hurriedly shaving, when I noticed that my shaving can wasn't my normal "travel" sized can of Edge, but a extra-large sized one. My half-asleep mind considered the situation, and came up with a logical explanation- "AHA!" muttered I, "I must have slipped into a parallel universe. One where the clock was set differently, and I bought a large sized shaving cann of Edge." Given my state, it was a perfectly reasonable explanation...until I found the travel-sized can neatly packed in our travel toiletries kit. Either the changes in the parallel universe were VERY subtle, or RXM merely tidied up so I couldn't find anything.

It's definitely not a different enough parallel universe that I didn't have to go to work this morning- and the pile of papers at my desk looks suspiciously familiar. Still, I'm observing things carefully, looking for differences, just to be sure. I'll know for certain when my boss comes in tomorrow. If she has her teeth filed, it's parallel universe time.