Three days. That's how long my "Learning to Fly" post lasted before CCP clipped my wings.
I'd just finished writing about the Sunesis — my fast-align small hauler, Athena's Wings — and how she could haul almost 1,200 m³ of cargo while warping in 1.75 seconds. Sub-two. Practically uncatchable. The whole point of the ship.
Let me put it another way... Star Wars doesn't need the Force to hook us in, to make that universe captivating.
The Force has become a deus ex machina for a lot of the Star Wars content these days.
Hear me out...
The best Star Wars project ever made — and I mean ever — had no Jedi. No lightsabers. No Force pushes, mind tricks, or mystical prophecies. No chosen ones. No ancient Sith knowledge. No midichlorians. No glowing blue ghosts dispensing wisdom from beyond the grave.
The trailer for Dune: Part Three — the final chapter in Denis Villeneuve's trilogy — dropped yesterday. I've been watching it over and over, trying to pick up every hint and detail buried in those two and a half minutes. If this trailer and the first two films are any indication, we're in for a hell of a ride. What an epic finale this will surely be!
Despite what some will say, I'm not usually one to go full fanboy, but I'll make an exception here.
Villeneuve's adaptation of the Dune universe has been close to perfection — though honestly, after Arrival and Blade Runner 2049, I shouldn't be surprised. The man knows how to make magnificent cinema. But even Villeneuve would be the first to admit that none of this works without Frank Herbert's brilliance on the page. This pulls me right back to cracking open that first Dune paperback in college (what we call CÉGEP here in Québec) and realizing I'd found something different — a universe so layered with political intrigue and backstory that it felt less like science fiction and more like something that actually happened, or would in humankind's far future.
That's a long way from the almost comical early adaptations we endured on both the big screen and television.