Don't Call Me Widow
(An Editorial on SW, The Media & You)
by Mary J o FoxLike those helicopters coming over the horizon to the tune of "Flight of the Valkyries" in Apocalypse Now, the media spotlight has descended upon the heretofore unknown world of SW fandom. Unknown to the rest of society, anyway. With SW so hot these days, the press is fishing for new angles other than what's going on with TPM itself and fandom is that new angle. In addition, editors and reporters are finding "pundits" within the fan scene who are handy for an opinion or two from a "fan's perspective."
Some people blanch at the attention we're getting. After all, we'd been safely ignored since 1983, continuing our lives "underground" while other subcultures like the Trekkers and Deadheads were under the microscope. That suited a lot of us just fine. SW fandom became a secret society, a Cosa Nostra of kindred spirits continuing their SW worship away from the public's eye. I used to say you're never sure who a SW fan might be, because you couldn't tell by just looking at somebody. Then he or she pulls out a copy of "Heir to the Empire" or casually drops a line from the movies into conversation. We were like the early Christians hiding in the catacombs during the Roman Empire, and in a way, it was sort of cool. When you met a SW fan in those days, you knew you were meeting the real thing.
Ah well. However you felt about Those Days, they're over. Personally, I don't necessarily think media coverage of SW fandom is in itself a bad thing. I have been contacted by the press and I've spoken to members of the press about SW and the fans. I think it's kind of nice we're able to get some recognition after being laughed at, scoffed at and plain dismissed in the 1980s. But there's a downside (isn't there always...). I think we can all groan at how we're portrayed at times as neo-Trekkies by people who obviously have a hostile view of genre fans or at the very least, don't understand genre at all. But there are other kinds of media distortion and worse yet, the fans themselves seem to sometimes believe it.
For instance, notice how everybody interviews only the folks who run the fan websites? Now I have absolutely no problem with the sites or the people who run them, but the way these stories go, you'd believe that the web is all there is to SW fandom, and it's not. I've noticed how reporters gauge "fan opinion" exclusively by what's on message boards and newsgroups. This is sort of like gauging American family life by watching Jerry Springer-you're seeing a cross-section, but no means is it always representative of what all or even most people are like.Or this whole "fanboy" business. "Fanboy" was a pejorative term used mostly in comics and sci-fi circles to describe someone who generally lacks basic social skills, obsessed to the point of being unbearably obnoxious. I believe the fat guy who runs the Android's Dungeon comic book shop on "The Simpsons" typifies what "fanboy" was all about. SW fans would look at someone like that and say, "At least we're not that way." Oh, but now the press would have the world believe "fanboy" is popular SW fannish lingo for a typical fan. Now I see people referring to themselves as "fanboys."
This brings me to my next point, where for me media distortion gets personal. "Fanboy" also implies that well, there are no "fangirls." Or that there shouldn't be. I'm sure many of you read Newsweek's article back in January about SW fans and TPM mania. What really set my teeth on edge was the article describing fandom as "mostly male." What made me start cursing and throwing stuff was that the only women mentioned in the article were beleaguered "widows" who don't understand all of this SW stuff and don't care. Annoying me even further was some "inside" info on how a female web staffer who had been interviewed and photographed for the article was excised from the final version. Now I'm not what you'd call a feminist. I have never belonged to NOW, I have never picked up a copy of Ms. in my life, I don't hate Barbie, and I think Bettie Page is way cooler than Betty Friedan. But I'll be darned if I'm going to let the folks at home reading Newsweek believe that this portrayal of fandom as a men's club is accurate! So I fired off a letter and they printed it. But alas, I may have been too late...within weeks of the article I saw a number of rather sexist posts on various message boards about female fans. Stuff like "No wonder you like 'Titanic,' you're a girl!!" or "girls just aren't as fanatical as we are" or "girls just don't seem to know as much about SW." There were posts from teenage girls who complained they ran into sexism from guys their age all of the time. To me that's crazy; nobody in 22 years has ever expressed disbelief that I'm a "chick" and yet a SW fan.
Then I start seeing other articles describing SW fandom as "male-dominated." Worst of all, a certain editor of an official SW publication recently claimed 80% of the fan club's membership is male. I wanted to strangle this one guy on a mailing list who kept insisting, "even if we assume that 51% of SW fandom is male, that STILL makes it mostly male." I felt like I was personally under siege. I worried that people wouldn't let their little girls see TPM, or would take them to shrinks if they started pretending they were Darth Maul or something. Why, all of a sudden, is a fan scene once proud of SW's universal appeal trying to push me out the back door because of my plumbing, never mind the two decades I've dedicated to the "cause." I don't believe for a minute that I'm out-of-the-ordinary; the very first group of SW fans I came across, the fan fiction crowd, was almost entirely female. Over half of the volunteers at the SW exhibit and half of the visitors were female. BH manages to have a sizeable female readership.
I know distorted views of fandom aren't always intentional. I was once (still am??) in the journalism business and I can tell you that many reporters don't have a clue about what they're assigned to cover and with tight deadlines, there's only so much they can learn. The Internet has been a very useful tool for reporters, but I also think it has made them lazy. Why get off your duff and drive around town, making phone calls, waiting for the next con to come to town, and so forth trying to find a cross-section of the local SW contingent when you can get your quotes zapped to you via e-mail? It's no big secret most of the fans behind the big-name web sites are guys...but those web sites cover TPM specifically, which interests journalists more than the kind of sites women fans put on, like fanfix.com or the Luke Skywalker Estrogen Brigade.
There are also journalists out there who honestly are trying to avoid stereotyping fandom and want to talk to different types of fans. Those people I'm more than happy to help out.
In the end, it's up to us to keep media coverage of fandom honest. No one fan can speak for everyone, but if something makes you say, "Hey, that's not true!" don't just sit there and grouse about it. Let the media know and let the world know the truth.
©1999 Blue Harvest / Tydirium Multimedia
James Addams is a Total Geek
by James AddamsI’ve been exhibiting some strange behavior lately and it’s a little bit scary. Actually, strange behavior is the norm for me, so my current actions are doubly frightening. By way of illustrating exactly how weird this situation is, let me illustrate some strange behavior I did NOT participate in.
The line.
While being interviewed for Millennium's End: The Fandom Menace, I told Jeff Cioletti that I wasn’t going to see TPM until the lines died down a little bit. I figured that I had waited 16 years for this film, so another two weeks weren’t going to kill me. I really do have an abby-normally hectic and busy schedule, and waiting in a line for a movie (or for anything else) is a really dull and unproductive way to spend one’s time. Besides, I still have an undisputed claim that I was the first person in the greater Cleveland area to purchase a ticket for Return of the Jedi in 1983, so I have already ‘been there, done that’ on the Star Wars line heading trip. So I decided to wait for a while. I stubbornly insisted all through the spring of ‘99 that I would not be seen camping out on any sidewalk, anywhere, for a darned movie.
On a whim, I called MoviePhone three days before TPM opened, and I was surprised to find that there were still tickets left for the first showing of TPM, four days after they had gone on sale. Not only that, but matinee prices were in effect, so even after the $1.25 per ticket surcharge, I was still getting them at less than the normal evening price. I rethought my plan. What could I have been thinking? This is a new Star Wars movie! How can I wait? So I showed up about 90 minutes before the show, and there was no one there. I got my tickets, and went over to Taco Bell. I found a game token for their Defeat The Dark Side Game in the parking lot (remember this, it’s important), and I bought a drink inside, scoring a cup and a second token. I goofed off a little too long, and ended up sixth in line, 45 minutes before show time.
My thoughts were of all of those poor suckers who had lined up days or weeks in advance (at some other theatre, I guess). I made one phone call, and got in line 45 minutes before the show. I got a perfect seat, and saw the first show, just like all of those people who spent a week in line to see the film at the same time I did. Maybe I didn’t see it at the ‘hip’ theatre where all of the ‘real’ fans might have gone, or the one that some of those ‘lining-up.com’ web sites had advised me to go to, but I still saw the first show, with a minimal effort, and had a great time!
Jeff’s response: “I had a feeling...”
So what’s so weird? It may sound to you like this was perfectly sensible behavior.
And it was. But the seeds of oddity were sown that morning when I went to get that drink. I was a little geeked at how Taco Hell, KFC, and Pizza the Hutt all had a different and staggeringly large array of TPM promos. With all of the toys, the various cups, the game tokens, and the almighty holy grail of in-store display items, this was going to cost anyone who wanted to collect it all quite a bundle. Plus, let’s face it: all three of these restaurants suck. Their food is processed, artificial, unhealthy crapola. There is nothing redeeming about it. Bluntly, it will kill you, after making you fat and lazy. The obsession with fast food in this country is a part of the reason that the far too many of our kids are overweight, sluggish, and aren’t learning anything in school. Have you ever tried to use your brain after some greasy ol’ KFC chicken? You can’t, because the lard is making you want to fall asleep.
So it really stinks that this license couldn’t have gone to a restaurant chain just as visible, but one who’s food doesn’t make you want to puke. Like Subway, perhaps.
But I digress.
I wanted the toys, the game tokens, the cups, and even the carryout bags. But I am pretty broke right now, being back to a single income after sharing one with someone for the past 5 years. So here’s where things get surreal. A few days after TPM opened, I was walking by a Pizza the Hutt. I remembered finding that token in the parking lot of Taco Hell, so I wandered across the parking lot of the Hutt, and found a cup. A plastic cup with Sebulba on it. Score! That very night, a friend gave me another copy of the same cup, and told me she had found it on the ground also.
At this juncture, a little light bulb goes on in my head.
Chicago is a pretty dirty town. Not so bad as New York, but let’s just say that I have always admired Canadians for their pride in keeping their cities clean, even big ones like Toronto or Montreal. A few days later I was driving south on Western Ave., and I saw a Darth Maul Mountain Dew bottle in the gutter. I pulled over, and it was in perfect condition. I now had a total of two cups, a bottle, and a game token, all for free! It occurred to me that 99.9% of the population could care less about TPM collectibles, and even a lot of fans don’t care about these sorts of items. All I had to do was pay attention to the refuse, and I’d have all 24 Pepsi cans in no time flat!
Things came to a head when I was near a KFC, and nonchalantly glancing around the parking lot, I failed to score anything. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then I carefully and quickly peeked into the trash can, as casual as can be. I didn’t see anything there but trash and flies. Then I had a serious reality check. “I am digging through the trash cans looking for paper cups with robots on them!” I thought to myself. “What the hell is wrong with me?”. I wandered back to the sidewalk, nervous about being seen, and feeling like a bum, or some sort of pervert. “Thank the force no women saw that!”, I thought. This is definitely not behavior I want to make a habit out of. I envisioned the next time I actually had a date: “oh excuse me, sweetheart, I’m going to go look in that trash bin for empty Pepsi cans”.
No, I don’t think that’s anyone’s idea of romance.
So I decided that I seriously had to mellow out a little, and wait for more casual and more sanitary options to present themselves.
This started to happen one night while doing a recording session. The producer brought in a 12-pack of diet Pepsi for the band and I, and all of ‘em had Amidala on them (the cans, not the musicians). After everyone left, I cleaned up the studio and harvested a handful of Amidala cans. More than I needed, really. And as the summer grows hotter just as the TPM marketing program builds in intensity, I am seeing TPM trash on the streets continually. Most of it is crushed, dirty, stepped on, and is truly trash, but just today I found a KFC cup with Qui Gon and Obi Wan on it, in perfect shape, right across the street from my house. It is weird, surreal, and ultimately kind of cool to see Star Wars on all of the trash, all over the place.
So just remember: money doesn’t grow on trees, but in the summer of ‘99, you can get all the free Star Wars collectibles you want just by walking down the street in any major city and picking them up off the ground. If that isn’t the coolest thing you ever heard of, I don’t know what is.
Life is good!
Just make sure no one sees you, or you will make the “those people need to get a life” line campers look about as normal as can be!
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Star Wars Episode One: The Phantom Menace
film review by James AddamsBefore
Approaching this review was more difficult than you can possibly imagine. Let me go into a little background to help you understand why.
There’s this guy who does movie reviews for the Chicago Reader who doesn’t seem to be able to sense the intent of a film maker while watching any given movie. Therefore, he reviews every film as though it was intended to be a masterpiece in the art of cinema. If the movie in question fails to live up to this expectation, he slams it. He doesn’t seem to realize that not every film aspires to be something that is to be remembered in the company of the great works by Kubrick, Kurosawa, or Cocteau. He reviewed The Rocky Horror Picture Show as though it was serious cinema, and of course he hated it. He didn’t “get” Army of Darkness, either. The guy has no sense of humor, no appreciation for camp, and apparently, no inner child.
As much as I loathe that term, “Inner Child”, it is that concept that keeps most of the adults who are reading this magazine doing so. Face it, the Star Wars movies are for kids. I often wonder how I would react to the Classic Trilogy if I was seeing it for the first time right now. I seriously doubt that I would ever form the relationship with it that I have thus far maintained for more than two-thirds of my life. Sure, they’re fun movies, but there isn’t much intellectual appeal to them, and I often have to admit that a lot of the criticisms that have been leveled at these films by serious critics are valid ones. The key to the staying power of the Star Wars Trilogy, and the impact it has had on our lives, is that it found us when we were at an age at which we were young enough to be captured by the magic contained on that celluloid.
But now we’re older, wiser, and maybe a bit jaded. We love the Trilogy because we grew up with it, because it is a fun part of our culture, and because it is a link to more innocent times. We don’t necessarily love it because it is something that challenges us or furthers the art of cinema, however. Perhaps these films further the art of Special Effects, and are testing the boundaries of how much hype one film can possibly generate, but screen the Star Wars films alongside the best work by Truffaut, or anything Bergman did in the 1950’s, and ol’ George starts to look a little bit like a hack. Even modern indie film makers like Hal Hartley have George beat hands down when it comes to great dialogue that is both witty and thought provoking.
That’s the point though - Star Wars is just meant to be fun, and it doesn’t want, or try, to live up to any intellectual expectations. Reviewing it as a “serious” film would be folly - it simply isn’t meant to be seen in that capacity. My goal then is to experience it as “a Star Wars film”, and as “a Star Wars film” only. But still, the question remains: “what if it sucks?”, not as high art, but what if it sucks as simply a Star Wars Film? I’ll know in a few days...
Way after
I have now seen TPM four times. It is almost a certanty that the version we are now seeing in theatres is not the final version. George Lucas is notorious for tinkering with his films. THX-1138 was made twice, and perhaps you have all heard the fairly solid rumors that there will be a “Final Edition” of ANH on the DVD release, with 17 more new or upgraded shots. Almost every theatrical or video release of ANH has had subtle differernces as well. After two weeks of reflection, here is how I would fix the five worst problems in TPM. Some of them involve changes to the film as we know it, and some involve things that could be added to Episodes II and III.
5. Editing. reinsert a few snipped lines, recut a few scenes (Anakin and Qui Gon running from Maul, the battle that follows, the space battle, and one or two others) and we’re there. Cut in some additional elucidation on a few other points (Naboo invasion, When is Amidala really Amidala), and all will be well.
4. Jar Jar. No, I don’t really mind the character, just the abundance of poopy jokes. Wipe them out. All of them.
3. Pod Race announcer. They added aliens to ANH, they can take ‘em away in TPM. Most of what he announces is clear to us without his help, so he can go. If one or two lines of clarity are required, they can just stick a different alien (and voice) in his place.
2. Midichlorians. The best way to deal with this is just to forget it. It has been explained, we know they exist, and now let’s just drop it. The scenes that deal with them could be cut, but replacing them with other stuff would be unrealistic. So we’re stuck with them. So let’s just hope George doesn’t even mention them in Episodes II and III. That would be better than trying to cover up their lameness in Episode I with further exposition that will just make things worse.
1. “Virgin Birth” of Anakin. We could very well find out that Shmi is lying or trying to hide something. Or, perhaps something far more sinister is going on. She says she can’t explain what happened, but that doesn’t mean that the magic midichlorians conceived Anakin. There could be other explainations. Someone could be playing some major mind tricks on her. I seriously doubt that Lucas would ever, ever do something this intense and controversial, but suppose Shmi was tampered (let's say, delicately, tampered with in a medical sense) and is blocking it out of her mind, refusing to admit that it happened. After all, she is a slave, and doesn’t exactly have the civil rights that others may have. Slaves in our own country were routinely taken advantage of by their masters. Sad but true. Wouldn’t it be almost fitting that Darth Vader would be the result of such a vile act against his mother? No, I am not suggesting that this sort of thing be shown or glorified in a any capacity, and I know it is far too intense for SW, but a better explaination than what we are given, and it wouldn’t contradict anything we are told in Episode I. On a milder note, perhaps Anakin, or even Shmi, is the result of some weird cloning experimant gone awry. But I don’t expect George to get this intense on us. Still, any situations in Episode II or III in which Shmi’s statements to Qui Gon are proved wrong (but not actually contradicted) will be welcome ones.
Yeah, I know I’m gonna catch hell for some of the more controversial aspects of this, and I‘m certainly not suggesting they show it, but it makes sense. Delicately handled, and perhaps just subtley implied, it would add a weighty sense of tragedy to things, plus it would give Annie a really serious reason to be severely pissed off, which as we all know, leads to the dark side...
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