Star Wars: The Last Jedi

[Spoliers below!]

I saw Star Wars: The Last Jedi with my little sister.

Her younger clients are middle schoolers who are obsessed with fan theories on Youtube and other sites. Before the previews rolled, I told her I knew I would enjoy the film no matter what and that I guard against strong negative reactions by reminding myself that it’s a movie for children about space wizards. With this attitude, even Jar Jar Binks doesn’t bother me.

The venue was Saint Anthony Main Theater in Minneapolis. Our screen had an unfortunate setup where the double doors are in the back of the theater, so every time a patron went for a bathroom trip during this matinee screening the whole room flooded with light.

I enjoyed the film. There were many firsts to keep me a bit off balance. As the second film in the current trilogy, it provided echoes of The Empire Strikes Back, where the heroes are down and hope is dimmed. Details such as the wealthy commercial planet and the ice world also were familiar.

My major gripe with the previous film, The Force Awakens, was that the circumstances were all the same: there was still an Empire, there was still an evil emperor, there was still a dark lord, and the Jedi were still in hiding. In addition, there was no New Republic. Instead the Resistance was feeble and scattered. Instead of being bongo drums, stormtrooper helmets were still on the march.

This is in contrast to the expanded universe novels (written in the 1990s) that I read when I was a kid. The Thrawn trilogy and the Jedi Academy trilogy portrayed the political and governmental side of the New Republic at it established itself on Coruscant, as well as the mystical academy on Yavin 4. I guess I expected fulfillment of the balance prophecy and restoration of the Republic, with a neat variety of new enemies battling the new Jedi.

Episode VII simply continued the battle. It even included a third Death Star, which was destroyed in the same way as the previous two. Some very insightful and impassioned online commentary, from people with much greater fanboy credentials than me, mirrored my opinion.

The great strength of The Last Jedi was that Luke, the dark lord character, and even Yoda all pointed out this endlessness and pointlessness and urged a break from the past. They called for leaving the past behind very dramatically: Luke by sacrificing himself in a final lightsaber battle and promising to haunt Kylo Ren; Kylo Ren by killing his dark master; and Yoda by burning the ancient Jedi tomes. The odd code breaker character also demonstrated that the weapons dealers that supplied the evil First Order also supplied weapons to the Resistance.

This all seemed to answer the call of Kylo Ren to Rey to leave the past behind. It’s the only way to break the cycle, to make sure we are not still fighting the same battles the next time around. As for storytelling, it set up Episode IX for a major reset. The “Skywalker saga” will definitely end.

This all appealed to me: purging the past, shedding a dumb religion, highlighting moral ambiguity.

[I also have to acknowledge the words (from 2008) of George Lucas. He said, “The Star Wars story is really the tragedy of Darth Vader. That is the story. Once Vader dies, he doesn’t come back to life, the Emperor doesn’t get cloned and Luke doesn’t get married.”]

Now I’m actually excited again. If Episode IX echoes Return of the Jedi, then Kylo and Rey will kick ass with their lightsabers throughout. I feel as though anything could happen in Episode IX. The climactic battle could occur anywhere, the Force could be a major part of it or a minor part, and everyone might die. I hope the film is three fucking hours long.

Word of the day: mummery

Mummery. Noun. “A ridiculous ceremonial, especially of a religious nature.”

I first encountered the word mummery in a favorite book of mine several years ago. Since then it has been ever-present. The term applies to the many Lutheran church service ceremonials I have witnessed in my lifetime:

  • The special hats, robes, and colored cloths the pastor wears to distinguish himself or herself as a holy person

  • The raising of the bread and wine overhead as if to lift it to God (who lives up above on a cloud, of course)

  • The obscure, venerated symbols and art, often in impenetrable Latin and Greek

  • The highly ordered and specific processions, taking of communion, kyrie, words of our lord, agnus dei, hymns, benediction, etc.

It also applies to the “bells and smells” of the Catholic Church.

When I grew up with this nonsense it seemed like background normalcy as I colored in my coloring books and read my dinosaur books. Only as an adult did I perceive the proceedings as cult-like and deranged.

Despite realizing how stupid it all looked, I went along with the ceremony on Christmas and Easter, because that’s where the family went on those days. What else was I supposed to do – stay at home in an empty house and wait for everyone to return?

With this in mind, I am proud to say that at the age of 31, I proactively announced to the fam that I would not be participating in this year’s Chrimbus Eve worship. I stated my intention diplomatically and resisted the temptation to be snarky, sardonic or biting. I told them I would be visiting Grandma and invited them to let me know of anything I should bring to her or say to her.

The thing that motivated me now, and not 14 years ago, was the fact that my grandma cannot participate in Chrimbus this year. For the first time ever, at the age of 98, she is too frail to join the fam on Chrimbus Eve. My family has always done its major celebration on Chrimbus Eve. We dine, attend church, and then open gifts. Chrimbus Day in our fam includes a later start, with a few small stocking stuffers, another midday family meal, and then games and possibly football and a walk.

So during the time between dinner and gifts on this special night, I will be visiting the one family member who is excluded because of her age and frailty. I won’t be chanting hymns and closing my lids and raising my head to the sky. When the candles are lit I won’t be “opening my nostrils and inhaling with a mystic sensuousness.” I would have stood out obtrusively among the congregants because even when present at those services I decline to join the bread-breaking ceremonies, especially the ones where you kneel and eat directly from the pastor’s hand.

Instead I’ll be spending time with a sweet old lady who would otherwise be left out. Instead of being in the presence of mystical figures who are only conjured by candles and hymns, I will be in the genuine physical presence of someone who I care about. She has shown me so much real care over the years. It seems so obvious that we should be caring for her, and not engaging in mummery in candlelit darkness in an unfamiliar church so many miles away.

Some recent vehicle carnage

397 people were killed in traffic in Minnesota last year. The carnage hums along in the background, generating only passing media coverage and very little attention in the political sphere. The deaths do not spark outrage on social media. They are treated as private tragedies.

Often a news article will describe the crash, mention the one or two deaths and then close with, “The Minnesota State Patrol is investigating.” For those who did not personally know the decedents, that’s the end of it.

Even so, some of these incidents stand out a bit. Whether due to the pointlessness and predictability of the deaths, the outrageousness of the driver’s behavior, or the scale of the carnage, some stories earn more than just a paragraph or two.

Just in the past year, the following stories rose above the usual carnage and caught my attention:

Woman kills herself, her infant son, and another driver while trying to overtake another car. According to the article, “Kraft has a variety of traffic-related offenses in Minnesota, according to state records. She has been convicted three times for driving after her license was revoked, twice for driving without insurance, twice for speeding, once for drunken driving and once for not wearing a seat belt. Her license was valid at the time of this crash, a state Department of Public Safety spokeswoman said Monday.”

http://www.startribune.com/passing-motorist-kills-3-in-crash-in-redwood-county-1-year-old-among-the-dead/463176293/

Teenage driver allegedly is using Snapchat when her SUV drifts over the fog line at 60 miles per hour and kills a cyclist.

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/teen-accused-of-using-snapchat-just-before-killing-cyclist/

Driver kills himself (but fortunately not his passenger) when he speeds and goes airborne over an interstate guardrail and causes a fiery wreck after plunging 16 feet.

http://m.startribune.com/driver-dies-after-car-plunges-off-bridge-onto-i-94-in-minneapolis/436927873/

SUV driver hits and kills a cyclist while speeding and driving erratically. The driver still has not been caught and has not turned himself or herself in.

http://www.startribune.com/st-paul-restaurant-says-its-worker-was-cyclist-critically-hurt-by-hit-and-run-driver/460272183/

A man in a Ford F-350 Superduty fails to slow and physically drives over a Camaro, killing the driver of the Camaro.

https://patch.com/minnesota/richfield/pickup-drives-over-camaro-kills-bloomington-man-msp

A woman kills a Highway Patrol officer while texting and high on cocaine. Her license had already been revoked because she was deemed “inimical to public safety.”

http://www.twincities.com/2017/09/11/wayzata-police-officer-funeral-highway-12/

Man with a history of driving offenses gets extremely drunk, crashes the car, and leaves his dying girlfriend in the car while he runs away. He did go back to attempt to retrieve his phone from the wreck before fleeing. The man had been convicted that same year for a hit-and-run.

http://www.twincities.com/2017/09/20/super-drunk-boyfriend-charged-minneapolis-crash-killed-st-thomas-student-ria-patel/

I don’t know what to say. I have no new ideas or insights. And these are just the stories that I notice. The other ~400 deaths, with no provocative details, are basically forgotten about.