The Return of the Jedi bedsheets I had as a kid. Image courtesy of “Mighty Jabba’s Collection.”
It’s late August or early September 1995. I’ve just started classes at Loyola and I’m sitting in my freshman seminar course for the college’s Honors Program. Our professor is doing a classic icebreaker where we talk about ourselves. I listen to all of the smart and worthwhile ways my classmates spend their time and immediately feel like the dumbest person in the room–after all, renting movies and playing roller hockey are not the most academic pursuits–and then hear another guy in the room profess his love for Star Wars. After class, I catch him the quad and tell him that I’m into Star Wars as well and just watched Return of the Jedi the other night.
He pauses for a moment and said with a sniff, “That’s not a Star Wars movie.”
I don’t exactly remember how I reacted at the time–I might have laughed it off or half-agreed with him–but that moment stands out to me because it was the first time I encountered a snobby nerd.
It seems odd that it took me until my freshman year of college to have such a moment, especially since reading comics and watching science fiction movies was not the domain of the popular crowd in junior high and high school, and I had dealt with a number of rock snobs by then, but this was the first time I had run into one of my own looking down upon the way I approached a shared interest. It was also one of the first times that I realized that there were people who had a problem with Return of the Jedi.
The Return of the Jedi trash can that sat by my bed for a few years. Image from DJbrian.net
I have always had a fondness for Return of the Jedi. That movie, which came out 35 years ago today, was the only film in the original trilogy that I saw upon its initial release (twice if you count the 1985 re-release). Sure, I watched my copy of Star Wars on VHS endlessly and I had a number of toys from the first two films, but Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back were movies that came out when I was unaware of movies. Jedi was the one that I was old enough to go see in a theater and the one I talked about with my friends on the playground at school and whose scenes we re-enacted during recess (especially the speeder bikes and the lightsaber fights).
Moreover, it was the film whose logo was emblazoned on just about everything I owned. This isn’t hard to picture, of course, considering that the merchandising for the movie was a juggernaut that I think was so unavoidable that parents were issued at least one piece of Jedi merchandise for Christmas in 1983. And while this isn’t a comprehensive or accurate list, I am sure that I owned, used, or consumed, in addition to toys: bedsheets, a garbage can, a calendar, posters, a lunchbox, an iron-on sweatshirt, records, books, Dixie cups, wrapping paper, cookies, and party favors (for my birthday in 1984). I wore out the “read along” book/cassette and played my picture disk record with sounds from the movie endlessly on my parents’ stereo. I was six years old and in heaven. It was, to say the least, my Star Wars movie.
A special Return of the Jedi poster that was available only to Lucasfilm Fan Club members.
A critical look at the film will tell you that out of the original trilogy, it is the weakest–I personally consider Empire to be the best, which isn’t controversial–and it suffers from the pressure of what it had to do after its predecessors, which is wrap up loose ends and complete the saga in a way that was bigger than anything that had come before. It doesn’t do its job as well as it could have–for instance, there are two particular adventures in the movie that feel like two separate movies shoved into one and I wonder if it were made today, Jedi would have either been a three-hour movie or two movies altogether. Plus, Han doesn’t have much to do aside from being comic relief, and the Tattooine stuff does drag up until the battle on the sail barge (and that’s before the godawful “Jedi Rocks” segment from 1997’s Special Edition).
But “That’s not a Star Wars movie?” It certainly felt like Star Wars when I was six; it feels like Star Wars now.
If this were an isolated incident, I would probably be able to let it go. But even before I graduated college, I remember being fansplained to about the way the Ewoks were the worst thing ever to happen to Star Wars (I never had much of a problem with the Ewoks), and since then I have seen more than a few “Here’s How Return of the Jedi Ruined Star Wars Forever” takes on the Internet. I even had a moment in my LCS around the time of The Force Awakens when a guy scoffed at my then-eight-year-old son’s saying he loved the Ewoks and I had to say, “Well, he’s eight, you know.”
And while I understand that there were earlier versions of the plot that kept the tone of Empire and that the movie is criticized for the sheer amount of tie-in products that were available, I still can’t look down my nose at Return of the Jedi as less-than. It’s disappointing that its legacy seems to range from snark to sneering that it’s “not a Star Wars movie” because when I sit down to watch it, I’m always taken back to being six and listening to my records, reading the storybook, and looking at the poster that I got from the Lucasfilm Fan Club.
For the next four years of college, I don’t think I had another conversation with that guy from my honors class. Apparently, since I couldn’t Star Wars right, that gave him license to be a total prick to me whenever we were in the same class. I’m sure he’s out there somewhere, perhaps lamenting the presence of a little kid holding a porg or something. I’d rather not think about his pretentious ass and instead will laugh at an Ewok stealing a speeder bike.
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