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Two Thoughts About Chewbacca

One of the thematic elements of the Star Wars Universe is that Chewbacca gets fucked. No medal in the original. Consigned to fuck around with teddy bears in Jedi and saddled with that stupid Tarzan yell they give him. No hug from Leia in The Force Awakens and he’s certainly not getting one now.

But the greatest indignity comes in Empire. The Rebels are on the ice planet of Hoth. (People make fun of Star Wars for having mono-climatic worlds, but if the earth were a little farther out, we’d be an ice planet. Desert and forest planets, however, remain dumb as shit.) You will recall that Hoth gets cold enough to kill creatures that had evolved there, and what does Chewie get to wear when he and Han go outside to check out the Imperial probe droid? Han is in a fetching blue parka with a furred hood. Look:

(All of Han’s costumes contained black (or almost black) and white to symbolize his rogueishness.)

Look at that coat! That is a heavy-ass coat! I think he has more than one scarf! It is cold.

And what does old Tobacco the Space Monkey get?

Now: we can’t see all of him. Chewie may be wearing mittens. Probably, though, he is not wearing mittens and is instead completely naked except for his bandolier, which, one would assume, is made out from leather and metal; those are not the right materials for 800 below. (Also: Chewie’s bandolier is his collar because his character is “world’s best dog.” Discuss.)

“But, TotD,” you’re saying. “Chewbacca is covered in fur. Therefore, he could survive on–”

BLAM!

Damn you for making me shoot you. Why would you do that to me? That’s why Palpatine won.

Yes, Chewie is covered with fur, but so are lemurs; you can’t take a lemur to Hoth. It would die quickly, if it didn’t already on the ride over. (Lemurs have specialized diets and do not thrive in captivity.) All fur is not equal. A tiger is simply covered with fur, and it wouldn’t last a minute. Look at that chilly bullshit. A polar bear could survive, but polar bears evolved where it is very cold; wookiees evolved on Kashyyyk, where it is temperate.

Please stop nitpicking Star Wars.

This not a nitpick. This bespeaks of a graver injustice.

You’re insufferable.

Chewie never gets the respect he deserves.

Chewie is a hippie with a pituitary disorder in a space monkey suit. Imagine how that thing smelled by the end of the shoot.

I don’t want to.

IMAGINE!

Yurgh.

Stop talking about Star Wars. Everyone hates it.

The people think highly of me.

Chewie didn’t have a coat because the director thought he looked cool with his fur flapping around. There’s no reason beyond that. Plus, the Rebel base didn’t have any cold-weather gear his size.

That is straight-up racist. Speaking of racism, I would like to discuss wookiees further.

There’s nothing better you could be doing?

No. Shh.

Very small amount of backstory that I’ve almost certainly bored you with before: when Disney bought Star Wars, the first thing they did was kill the Expanded Universe. Nothing besides the movies counts now, and there is a lot besides the movies: books, comics, cartoons, video games, etc. all conglomerated into this unwieldy glop called the Expanded Universe. The men and women who run Disney took one look at all the clones and space dragons and force-blocking salamanders, and chucked the whole thing out the window.

(The Expanded Universe was as spectacularly nerdy as you’d think: there were levels of canonicity arranged in concentric circles. The movies and anything confirmed or denied by George Lucas was in the center. This was called–and I’m serious–the G canon. Surrounding that was the T canon, which were all the cartoons, and the next one out is the C canon, which stands for Continuity canon and that makes no fucking sense, and I think you’re getting the idea of the depravity that was the EU and everything surrounding it.)

But they’re already starting to bring it back: Admiral Thrawn (just about the only good character created for the universe) has returned, and I’m sure someone’s going to regrow the Emperor and stick him in a giant robot soon. There is one plot point from the EU that they need to leave in the messy past, however, and it deals with Chewbacca and how he met Han; the spin-off film is coming up and I pray they don’t go with this idea. The Disney version of Star Wars is already markedly dumber than before, and the franchise didn’t start off at a high reading level.

Wookiees were slaves. You may want me to stop there, but I’ll keep on going. The Empire used the Wookiees as slave labor…wait for it…to build the Death Star. (I told you this shit was dumb.) Han was in the Imperial Academy and transporting a bunch of them, including Chewbacca, when a crisis of conscience leads him to free the wookiees and start wearing vests. Chewbacca swears the traditional life debt to him, and they go off on adventures. This, Enthusiasts, is the single stupidest thing in Star Wars, and I am including the incest.

Slave labor? And not even “a slave caste that had been raised and inculcated to be such.” The Empire went and snatched up wookiees and poked them with sticks to make them work. Why would you want a work force of smart monsters waiting for you to turn your back so they could rip out your spine? You have droids, Empire. Let the droids do it. Or–and this is a wild idea–hire some contractors. If it’s credits you’re worried about, then you could stiff the contractors at the end of the job. I know a guy who has risen to the highest of ranks using that strategy. Do not enslave wookiees, Empire.

In conclusion, Kashyyyk is a land of contrasts.

Good job, champ.

We’re all winners here.

Dark Star Wars

Disney, having recently bought Star Wars, has declared the entire Expanded Universe non-canon. In Dead terms, they will now be treating all the novels and whatnot like Enthusiasts treat the Vince years: yes, there was the occasional nugget, but it’s on the whole better left unspoken of.

Now, some of the stuff was good and answered interesting questions about the Star Wars Universe: after the death of the Emperor and the destruction of the second Death Star, wasn’t there still a massive Imperial Armada? Wouldn’t there be a power struggle for control over all those Star Destroyers? As the record shows, however, most of the questions answered in the EU were ones like “Why don’t we clone the fuck out of everybody?” and “Has it really been a week since someone dug up a long-forgotten super-weapon?” and “What if Luke flirted with the Dark Side…AGAIN!?”

Luke played chicken with the Dark Side in every sixth one of the EU novels. (And make no mistake: there’s a metric fuck-ton of this stuff, from the novels to the comics to the video games.) It became wearisome quickly: he was like the boy who cried Sith.

It was either that or tedious, Silmarillion-like backstories for the minorest of characters. There was the 14-volume Remembrance of Banthas Past, in which Uncle Owen takes a sip of blue milk and is catapulted back through his childhood on Tatooine, back when Mos Eisley was a one-dewback town. Or Ewoks in the Mist, the ten-year study of life on the Forest Moon of Endor by famed interplanetary anthropologist D’an Fo’ss.

In the aughts, the EU meandered around, bogged down in a ridiculous war against a foreign culture deemed barbaric that was seemingly immune to the once-thought-universal powers of our heroes. Also, in Star Wars–

I see what you did there.

Plus all the “me-too” stuff. Ocean’s 11 a hit? Time for Han, Leia, and Chewis to pull one last heist in Mos Vegas. Zombies making a comeback? Boom: infection breaks out on a Star Destroyer and Lando is forced to team up with Boba Fett and a mysterious stranger to fight their way out. What if Chewie was a teenage werewolf in a love triangle? That kind of stuff.

Speaking of Chewbacca, he was semi-famously killed off in the Expanded Universe when some vikings from the next galaxy over threw a moon at him. So, maybe, that’s all that needs to be said about its legacy.

So long and thanks for all the clones.

The Big Retcon

I am now retconning the Grateful Dead. All thirteen of you know that I have, up until this momentous occasion, unofficially declared everything post-Brent to be only dubiously existent. Yes, there’s scattered evidence here and there, but–and I say this impartially–doesn’t it just make more sense to believe that the band mysteriously disappeared in a 1979 plane crash? Well, their plane didn’t crash: a plane crashed into their tour bus. Six of one, half-dozen of another.

But as of now, I declare all of the Land of Welnickia barren and off-limits. Vince is no longer in continuity. He has ceased to be canon: Vince is the Dead’s version of the Expanded Star Wars Universe. (You know the Expanded Star Wars Universe, right?  The place where everybody had Jedi babies and the Emporer had hidden so many clones of himself in so many places that by the time they were four novels in, every 13th person on Coruscant was named Not Secretly Palpatine’s Clone. Then a moon fell on Chewbacca.)*

Isn’t life easier now? No more nonsense hype about the 91 Boston Garden shows, no more having to pretend that the oakland ’92 Dark Star was as good as a ’72.  ANY ’72. Five less years taking up space in your head.

You’re welcome.

*That really happened, the Chewbacca thing. These guys whose galaxy is even far, farther away than the one our heroes live in, attacked Luke and them and Luke and them fought back or something and then Chewie was helping to evacuate a planet –like  you do–and the bad guys threw a moon at him. So now, Chewie’s dead. Except he’s not really, because he was only ever just a pituitary case in a Space Monkey suit