Grab your pens, 3.5 readers. It’s time for a review of a movie based on a writer’s memoir.
I have to say this up front. I generally hate most stuff on Amazon Prime with a passion. More to the point, I have becoming increasingly disgusted by most streaming media TV shows in recent years. At first, platforms like Netflix were challenging the status quo, picking up ideas that didn’t quite fit the formulaic box of network TV and making bank on it but now I feel like a new quasi-network system of standards is being adopted by the streaming services, one where every show is designed by committee so as to not offend and in so doing, it just becomes toothless drek. Amazon, IMO, is the worst offender.
But I digress.
This movie is actually quite good. It’s a coming-of-age tale and generally I despise those too, but this one was different. I know they all say they are different but this one is.
JR (Tye Sheridan) grows up money poor but family rich in the loving but dilapidated home of his grandfather (Christopher Lloyd) with his mother (Lilly Rabe) and full-time bartender/part-time philosopher Uncle Charlie (Ben Affleck.) The missing piece of the puzzle is JR’s biological father, “The Voice” (Max Martini) a smooth-talking radio DJ who ran out on his mother years ago, leaving young JR to sit by the radio and listen to the only connection he has to his wayward patriarch.
Disappointed with herself for choosing a tryst with a bum over her college education (she had to drop out when JR was conceived), Mom vows she won’t let her son make the same mistake, pushing him to get good grades at school and urging him to do what it takes to get into Yale, which he does, almost through his mother’s sheer willpower.
Alas, when he hits the Ivy League, JR finds himself as the proverbial fish out of water. He isn’t a blue blood. He doesn’t come from money. He doesn’t have all the class, sophistication and connections that his classmates have and struggles to fit in.
Thankfully, Uncle Charlie, as a barkeep, has been a people watcher his entire life and gives his nephew an education he can’t find in any school, that being street smarts, how to carry himself, hold his head up high, not let others bring him down and so on.
Ultimately, whether in his childhood or young adulthood, JR finds his uncle’s bar to provide a source of stability and kinship in a very unlikely place. Various down on their luck drunks regale the lad with life lessons, things they wish they had and hadn’t done, more lessons for a kid high on book smarts but low on actual experience. Uncle Charlie and his band of bar bums become a sort of collective father, more so than his actual dad ever was.
And therein lies the crux of the film. Most people run off to NYC or LA or somewhere else in search of fame and fortune because they have nothing to lose. While JR feels the call to run to Manhattan to pursue his dream of becoming a writer, he is torn as he knows he has all the support and love he’ll ever need…right there in The Tender Bar.
Will he leave his loved ones behind and pursue his goal of becoming a famous writer? Will he stick by his family and stay in Long Island, too attached to his loved ones that the thought of leaving them behind pains them? Find out in…sigh, yes, this Oscar caliber film from :::shudder::: Amazon.
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. Sidenote this is a great performance from Affleck. Ben has definitely made a living on his good looks and it can’t be easy for him to get older. There are a few moments in this film where we see him accept the aging process gracefully and even one where, well, I won’t give it away but there’s an encounter with the Voice where Ben does not get the upper hand.
We men want killer wives. Killer bods. Killer personality. Killer skills…but I’m not talking about us. I’m talking about Dexter.
I still think the show should have kept Rita alive longer. Though her death made for great shock value, Dexter having a family to lose if he screwed up his kills made for good TV watching.
But since she died, one thing the show flirted with but never committed to was the idea of Dexter having a girlfriend/wife who would join him in the killing.
We first saw this in season 2 with Lilah, who was an arsonist, crazy and really digged Dexter’s killing. Alas, she was also super crazy and wanted to kill everyone Dexter loved because she was that jealous (sigh no woman has ever gotten that jealous over me…yet!) whereas Dexter only wanted to kill bad people.
We saw it front and center in season 5 when Lumen (Julia Stiles) escaped from a gang of violent pervert sex fiends who kidnapped and raped women then killed them and stuffed them into barrels and dumped them in a swamp. (Not G rated family viewing!)
Lumen and Dexter had a brief romance over the fact that they had both been the victims of heinous crimes which turned them into killers, albeit those who kill for justice. Alas, once Lumen killed her last attacker, she felt the need to kill subside and thus could not be with Dexter because she could no longer support his killing.
Finally, the series gave us Hannah McKay (Yyvone Strahowski? Am I spelling that right?). She too was struck with the desire to kill, but she only killed bad people too. Sounds like a match made in heaven er hell er purgatory?
When this romance started, I thought maybe the show was going in an interesting direction where Dexter and Hannah would marry and become a suburban dwelling duo of husband/wife murderers who schedule their kills in between taking the kids to little league.
One of the show’s tropes, i.e. that Dex’s wife Rita, or other friends and fam, constantly dump on him for being so “busy” and going out at all hours of the night. It’s understandable. If someone in your life was constantly out at all hours, you’d wonder what they’re doing. However, it got kind of old. I started to agree with Ghost Harry i.e. Dexter you’re out so much that you literally can’t have a family and be a serial killer. Being a horrible murderer is just too time consuming.
Giving Dexter a killer wife who was in on the dismemberment and bloodshed would have revitalized the show and given it a new edge. Finally, Dexter could have had it all – being able to kill while having a wife who understands the need and why he’s out all the time and even joins in.
So in conclusion, if anyone from Showtime reads this fine blog, I hope you’ll give Dexter a murderous, killer wife and see how it goes. Thank you.
I’ve been on a binge-watch of this show lately. In many ways it was great, unique and original. It did require suspension of disbelief, but what show doesn’t?
For those who haven’t watched it yet (and sidenote SPOILERS abound), it’s about Dexter Morgan (Michael C. Hall) who, by day, works as a forensic analyst for Miami Metro Homicide. By night, he quells his “Dark Passenger,” the desire he has to kill foisted upon him at an early age when he saw his mother murdered by a drug dealer when he was a little boy.
Adopted by police detective Harry (James Remar in a plot device, appears throughout the show as a mental apparition, reminding him of how to evade police detection), Dexter was schooled by his now late father in how to kill and get away with it, but to only kill bad people. Thus, Dexter can feed his evil need while doing society a favor.
Crucial to the show is the bond he has with his coworkers, chief among them his sister Debra (Jennifer Carpenter) a police detective.
Alas, with each season, the show got dumber and more unlikely. So when did it go off the rails? Possibilities:
#1 – Season 2 with the discovery of the Bay Harbor Butcher
Deep sea diving treasure hunters come across the “trash” Dexter threw into the ocean, his preferred method of body disposal being to cut up the bad guys, throw them in hefties and toss them off the side of his boat.
While interesting to see how Dexter will evade the manhunt for the mysterious vigilante who is hacking baddies to pieces, it feels like the show may have played its hand too early. The show’s main draw is that Dexter and Miami Homicide are like a family and yet Dexter has betrayed them so many times behind their back, lying to their faces, hiding evidence, plotting and scheming, all the while everyone assuming he is a class act. That everyone learns someone is killing bad guys comes out too early.
Meanwhile, SPOILER – Sergeant James Doakes is the highlight of the show. The absolute highlight. He openly harasses Dexter the first two seasons, calling him a creep, weirdo, every name in the book. It feels like Doakes is just being mean to Dexter because he hates awkward nerds and yet we, the audience know that Doakes’ suspicions are justified.
Doakes takes the fall for the Bay Harbor Butcher rap and dies, not by Dexter’s hand but by a psycho Dex paramour with a penchant for setting fires. This begins the shows way of getting rid of witnesses to Dexter’s chicanery who don’t fit his code – i.e. Dexter has vowed to never kill someone who hasn’t killed but somehow, miraculous coincidences have a way of taking witnesses out so Dexter can keep on Dexing.
At any rate, Doakes was awesome and we could have used him in more seasons. Then again, he was that good of a cop that had he lived he surely would have taken that creepy nerd down by the end of Season 3.
#2 – Season 3
People often consider this a good season. It is but my main complaint is it begins the foray into people finding out about Dexter’s true self whereas the allure of the first two seasons was that Dexter was doing something awful, really awful, but getting away with it and fooling everyone around him that he was a wonderful guy. Secrets are rarely kept when two or more people are involved, so when Dex’s new BFF Miguel Prado finds out (Jimmy Smitts) and they start becoming killing buddies, it’s just like…if everyone knows then it is less exciting for the audience. We’re the only ones who are supposed to know.
#3 – Ending of Season 4
Season 4 ending is a surprising shock. Look away. SPOILER! OK, you had your chance. Dexter marries Rita and spends most of season 4 playing house, becoming a Dad to step kids Astor and Cody while welcoming a newborn of his own with his wife. It becomes a challenge for Dexter to balance work, family and his time consuming murder hobby. Actually, this season begins the ongoing trope of everyone in Dex’s personal life hating his guts because he’s always off somewhere. He’s falsely accused of having affairs and Rita even falsely accuses him of doing drugs, which in a humorous manner, he just cops to because its easier than admitting he is a murderer.
Here, the big bad, perhaps the scariest of the series, is “The Trinity Killer” aptly played by John Lithgow – Arthur Mitchel, a man who as a boy, accidentally killed his sister, which led to his mother’s suicide, which led to a violent argument with his father who blamed him that ended in the father’s bludgeoning. Arthur spends the rest of his life recreating this twisted series of events by killing people who fit the profiles of his late family.
Dex toys with Trinity way too much, having many opportunities to kill him before others are killed but drags the process out, letting the hunt go on too long. Maybe this is a flaw of the series or maybe it is character development i.e. Dexter thinks he performs a valuable public service by taking out the trash but maybe, just maybe, he interferes with the official trash collectors i.e. the police by getting between them and a suspect. Dex often hides evidence to point the cops in the wrong direction so he can murder the bad guy himself and this often blows up in his face.
Long story short, while the surprise ending is a big shocker (Dex kills Trinity and we are led to believe all is right in the world until Dex realizes Trinity killed Rita earlier in the evening before Dex got to him), I think maybe this is another example of when the show spent its wad too early.
Who knows? On one hand, it was a shocker that kept us on our seats. On the other hand, Rita and the kids humanized Dex and added an extra layer of suspense. Before it was just “OMG what if Dex’s work family finds out about his true side?” but now Dex really has something to lose with a family.
#4 – Seasons 5 and 6
I used to think this is the point where the show declined. Without Rita and the family, the show changed too much and a sad, weepy, emotional Dexter wasn’t fun. But as I look back in a binge watch, the barrel murder case of season 5 where Dex takes on an accomplice/protege Lumen is interesting and Season 6 with the Doomsday Killers have some of the most shocking crime scenes of the series.
So when did it jump the shark?
#4 – Deb Discovers Dexter – End of Season 6
I just didn’t like it – then or now. The show was always building to an inevitable conclusion – that somehow, Dex’s Miami Metro Fam would find out about his killer hobby, be shocked and surprised and betrayed as the evidence becomes clear that Dex is a killer, and then they’d hunt him down. Maybe they’d be successful. Maybe they’d fail and Dex would get away. Either that or maybe would face off with one last horror of horror serial killer.
Sidenote- I heard in the books, the series concludes with Dex’s Miami Metro fam being pissed by his evildoings but alas, they can’t make the evidence of his real killings stick, so they come together to frame him and imprison him for life for a crime he didn’t commit. That actually kind of seems like an awesome ending, doesn’t it?
Instead, in the series Debra walks in on Dexter killing by accident and then for the next two seasons, the show tries to slowly turn Debra from a disgusted sister who stands by her brother, tries to cure him only to become an accomplice by covering for him rather than turn him in. As Debra sinks deeper into Dex’s true world, she becomes an emotional wreck and I just feel like the character was always too strong and law abiding to allow herself to be sucked into and ruined by Dexter’s world.
The finale is garbage – Dexter pulls the comatose Deb from her hospital bed, puts her on a boat and sails into a hurricane only for Dex to emerge as a lumberjack is horribly stupid and bad and I submit Debra finding out by walking in on a murder rather than through her detective work put the show on a bad path.
I hate to say it, 3.5 readers, but this was the best episode of the Book of Boba Fett so far and it’s because the new, I don’t wear my mask anymore and I don’t hunt bounties anymore because I’m trying to be a crime boss Boba Fett wasn’t in it.
The Mandalorian returns and it was all about Mando, from a duel with a fellow mando over the dark saber, to a fixing up a broken down starfighter montage with wacky mechanic friend Amy Sedaris, this installment was a lot of fun and makes me wonder if Disney Plus might have been better off just focusing on putting out a third season of Mando.
I feel like they ruined the Boba character but technically, they just took all his patented stoicism and bad guy killing skills at the flick of a wrist techniques and transferred them to Mando as well as the followers of the mando religion. So you still get kick ass bounty hunting missions, you just have to watch as Mando does them.
Book of Boba does have its moments but Mando seems to be the superior series, with hints in this episode of what Mando might be up to if there is a Mando Season 3.
At the outset, I have to ask, if your host indicates to you that you are setting on top some kind of door or grate that leads to the Rancor pit, why would you keep sitting there?
Beats me, 3.5 readers.
This show is getting bad reviews. Personally, I find it a bit over middling. Like I’d give it a B but then eh, why not? I’m in a good mood. Give it a B Plus.
A lot of streaming stuff isn’t completely up to movie quality and Disney Plus shows are no exception. Even so, I’m enjoying it. It is a nostalgia dump, to be sure and I gotta think it’s probably more for us old timers who remember going to see Jabba the Hutt on the big screen as kids back in the day than it is for today’s kids, because do today’s kids really want a symposium on the intricacies of intergalactic organized crime?
The wookie is cool. The tentacle lady who gave the rousing speech to the wookie is cool. The wookie doing what he did…well, this wookie ain’t Chewie, so let’s leave it at that.
Sorry, 3.5 readers. I have no witty starting lines because this movie is too sad, so let’s move on to the review.
As the manager of the luxurious Hotel des Mille Collines, Paul Rusesabagina has spent his life tending to the needs of the international rich, powerful and politically connected. Diplomats, military men, politicians – all have rested their heads under his roof and over the years. As tensions begin to rise over warring Hutu and Tutsi, Paul wonders if he has done enough favors for the hoi polloi that he might be able to call in some chits of his own should he find a need to get his family out of Dodge.
The social credits Paul has banked come in handy when a tenuous, negotiated peace is broken, and all out carnage begins. Tutsi rebels shoot the Hutu president’s plane out of the sky. Interhamwe, a Hutu militia, responds by passing out machetes like party favors and going on a hack and slash spree on Tutsis, who they openly refer to as “cockroaches.”
Paul (Don Cheadle in perhaps one of his best performances) is a Hutu married to a Tutsi, Tatianna (Sophie Okonedo), and has many Tutsi friends and neighbors. Not every Hutu and Tutsi embraces the rhetoric both sides lob at each other. Many just want to make a living, raise their families and be left alone.
When the machete attacks begin, Paul opens his doors to hundreds, filling the swanky joint to overflowing with Tutsis marked for death, as well as Hutus that Interhamwe believes are not sufficiently supportive of their cause.
It all escalates into a horror show, where Paul comes to believe that the mass genocide of his guests is inevitable, and it’s not a game of saving them permanently but just prolonging the inevitable. A tenuous business friendship with Georges Rutaganda, a product supplier who has long made a hefty profit selling goods to the hotel with Paul as purchaser buys some time. In addition to his day job, Georges is the leader of Interhamwe and the radio voice that whips his followers into a frenzy, pushing them to bloodshed. Georges calls the shots and as long as the hotel keeps operating as a hotel and acting as a cash cow for Georges, he’ll delay the slaughter of the guests while Interhamwe forces hack and slash elsewhere.
Thus, Paul has to keep up appearances. He’s not charging the refugees but has to create phony bills to make it appear as though he is. He has to doctor records to remove names from the system to hide people the militia is looking for by name. He has to negotiate with staff who are ready to walk off the job and flee. A friendship with a Canadian UN General (Nick Nolte) means he might be able to get his guests to safety. A friendship with a Rwandan general might get him some backup that he desperately needs.
It’s all about buying time and using bribes, connections, cajoling, begging, even smooth talking to navigate his way through chaos in the hopes of saving as many people as he can. Add to the mess that he’s trying to locate his lost nieces whose parents have likely perished and its quite a film, a fitting tribute to the real life Paul.
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. Sad, both in the film and the real life. One wonders if the UN could have done more. A million people were killed in three months. That’s a frightening number and how sad to know that such hatred can lead to such a massive kill count.
Sidenote – A young Joaquin Phoenix as a cameraman giving us insight to the fact that well, while the West cares, they probably don’t care enough to actually do anything. (It is hard to know what the West could have done here. On the one hand, perhaps a massive coalition of UN forces could have stood between the Hutu and Tutsi and saved lives. On the other hand, we’ve seen in the past 20 years Americans wanted wars in Iraq and Afghanistan over in 5 minutes, so I’m not sure we had the collective stomach to engage in an African conflict that might have resulted in years of warfare. I’ll leave it up to the experts to decide.)
Double Sidenote – The movie explains what the difference between Hutu and Tutsi is, something I never knew. Apparently, in the old Belgium colony days, the Belgians selected what they felt were “better looking, more attractive” Rwandans to become a ruling aristocracy, giving them lands, titles, power so long as they kicked money up to the Belgians. The Hutu resented this, seeing the Tutsi as collaborators and sell-outs long after the Belgians left. Sad irony is, as the movie points out, looks are subjective, what is attractive to one might not be attractive to someone else and ultimately, it’s difficult to tell the difference between a Hutu and a Tutsi. The differences are that arbitrary.
I have an announcement. Today, I finished the first draft of Shop Buddy, a mystery/comedy that took me, eh I’d say about a year to write, though I took long breaks here and there.
The plot? Steve is a recent philosophy major and graduate of a notoriously bad college. Unemployed and unemployable, he takes a job with Shop Buddy, a website/app where people shop for goods and deliver them straight to the customer’s door. When he screws up an order big time (the customer wanted a birthday cake but the app told him to bring her a box set of Oingo Boingo’s greatest hits) he is demoted, and forced to work with his ex-girlfriend Kendra, another recent college grad who is finding it difficult to find a real job, which isn’t fair, because she did all the right things you’re supposed to do.
Amidst this backdrop, Steve gets a bizarre order from a strange old man. Knives. Chainsaws. Rubber gloves. Ropes. Chains. What is the old timer up to? Could he be The Fairmont Falls Lady Snatcher, a vile abducter of women that the media won’t stop talking about? Kendra says yes. Steve says no. Will these two unravel the mystery? Will they rekindle their lost love and most important…will they ever find real jobs?
It’s very satisfying to finish a first draft. And while it has my naughty brand of humor, I kept all eff bombs out of it so I’d say, it’s rated PG 13 at best. I think this will be my first full length self published novel (I have published short stories but never a novel) so stay tuned.
Still a lot of work ahead but nice to have the first draft in the bag.
Sidenote – I was inspired to write this at the height of the pandemic, when I relied on grocery delivery and I would be shocked at how I could put down something like apple and get back all manner of ridiculous things where you’d have to stand on your head side ways and wonder how they thought that had anything to do with apples.
Mmm boy there’s a lot of fan service in this one, 3.5 readers.
Two hutts to replace Mighty Jabba. A defeated wookie who I’m going to guess will return. Speaking of returns, a new rancor is back.
Meanwhile, the speeder bike gang going to work for Boba is something new.
I’m enjoying this series. I do think Disney/Star Wars has lost its way a bit in charting a course and perhaps the overall lesson is that stories that veer too far away from the Empire timeline don’t work.
What’s the deal with all these posts about Seinfeld, 3.5 readers?
Ah, Jerry Seinfeld. He was that comedian who taught us all that you don’t necessarily need a punchline so long as you can offer a humorous observation. In 9 seasons, he brought us a show about nothing that surprisingly, meant something to many of us, not to mention how it added a lot of sayings and expressions to the cultural zeitgest.
Channeling Jerry. “What’s the deal with bloggers using the word zeitgest like they know what it means?”
The finale was greatly panned back in the day and there are still fans who despise it. Why am I even talking about it 23 years later? 23 years. Wow. It’s been off the air that long.
In the last episode, Jerry gets the call he has long been waiting for – that NBC has decided to resurrect his long defunct Jerry TV show. An earlier season saw Jerry and George trying to get the NBC to pick it up only to fail in a variety of humorous ways, from skirmishes with the actors to misunderstandings with the network prez.
Jerry, now a network big shot, is granted free use of the company plane, and decides to celebrate by taking pals Elaine, George and Kramer to Paris. Alas, a Kramerian goof up causes to the plane to have to make an emergency landing in rural Massachusetts. There, the quartet runs afoul of a new Good Samaritan law which requires bystanders to help those in need. The fab four sees a portly fellow getting robbed and rather than help, they laugh, make jokes – heck, Kramer even records it on a camcorder.
This leads to a trial that basically turns the whole thing into a glorified clip show. The DA argues that the 4 are by far the most selfish, self-absorbed people in the world, with a long track record of hurting people with their cavalier debauchery filled lives. He even brings in all the people who have suffered due to their shenanigans over the years, from the old lady that Jerry stole a marble rye from (in his defense, George really needed it) to Cidra aka Terri Hatcher who is convinced Elaine’s accidental stumble in a gym sauna was designed to determine if her breasts were real or fake so she could report the info to Jerry. (In Jerry’s defense, Elaine’s stumble was an obvious real accident because given the option, men have no problem finding out on their own, and frankly, would prefer doing their own detective work.)
It’s funny how time flies. I remember being very young when this came on. I remember everyone being disappointed. Yet, I also remember thinking basically the same thing I think today. How else could they have possibly ended it?
Larry David’s rule for the show was “no learning, no growing.” Seinfeld is a comedian’s comedian who truly believes his job is to make an audience laugh. It isn’t to educate or lecture or scold or give you a special message or anything like that. He makes with the ha ha and if you want a show where characters learn or grow, you’d better change the channel.
Ultimately, they worked that into the series. The characters literally never learn or grow. They start the show as a quartet of young schmucks and they end the show as middle aged schmucks. Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer all have their problems. They’ll be the first to tell you that, ad nauseum and in way too much detail if you let them. Yet, for some strange reason, they demand perfection, be it from their lives, their careers, or most frustratingly, from their mates.
George is bald but has qualms about dating a bald woman. George isn’t very handsome but has a problem dating a woman with a big schnozola. Jerry is a skinny health nut germaphobe and on the show, is a comedian who earns a middle class living on his craft. He’s a better catch than George but he’s far from perfect and rejects women for having man hands, catching gonorrhea on a tractor, having a belly button that he imagines has a funny voice and on and on.
Elaine’s boyfriends are more of a parody of what women have to go through – the schmuck who takes “it” out on a first date, the guy with a bad back who buys her an orthopedic mattress and she can’t tell if it’s because he is trying to give her a thoughtful gift or if he’s hoping to sleep with her and so on.
Kramer is the wild of the bunch. Is he so stupid he has no idea that his life is a mess or is he so smart that he has realized the secret that life is a mess no matter which way you play it so you might as well goof off all the way through it?
At any rate, though I admit the finale is rather lackluster, I’m not sure they could have done better. Could they have had Jerry and Elaine get married? Could they have had George finally settle down? Ultimately, as the jail doors close on the crew, the final joke is that these four are stuck in an eternal purgatory- they will never change their ways, they will never settle for less yet they will never get better enough to accomplish more (Which Larry David has always said is the source of his psychosis as well as his comedy.)
To the show’s credit, there is a moment where Elaine almost tells Jerry she loves him when the plane is going down, Jerry and George do finally get their big break (albeit as George says God would never allow him to be successful and thus why something bad happens to intervene) and it does feature the greatest Newman “I’ll get you, Seinfeld” speeches followed by maniacal laughter of all time.
Bonus points because it tackled the whole “why do people stand around, making fun of someone and recording them in peril rather than help them” long before cell phones with video cameras were ever invented. Overall, the Good Samaritan law seems rather unlikely because while it sounds like a good idea to demand people help those in need in theory, in reality, could an untrained bystander really disarm a mugger without getting mugged or killed him or herself?
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. Credit to Jerry for going out on top rather than try to squeeze another five years, let the show get crappy while he cashed in. It’s not the best episode but I’m just not sure anyone could have come up with a better ending. The idea behind the show is that these people never get a happy ending or even any kind of an ending or closure. They will never change their ways and thus, they are forever trapped in a purgatory of their own design, a Waiting for Godot style life that they carry with them wherever they go.
Boba is back and there are so many hutts to blast and so little time, 3.5 readers.
BQB here with a review.
I have mixed feelings on this show. On one hand, the Boba Fett of the original films was a surprise breakout star. George Lucas was a baby boomer who like those of his generation, grew up on a steady diet of Western films, so when he had his chance to put space on film, he imagined much of it as wild, lawless territory – places where might makes right and those who can kick ass live to fight another day.
Boba Fett always reminded me of Clint Eastwood’s silent but deadly (seriously, no pun intended, I just don’t know how else to describe him) old West character. He never said much but he could punk a man out with a cold stare. Thus, when it came to Boba, less was always more. He said very little but his armor, helmet and gadgets were quite menacing indeed.
Ergo, I’m not sure we needed a story about who the person is under that mask. He was way cooler with it on.
On the other hand, Disney paid boku bucks for the Star Wars IP and if you count it all as one great big expensive experiment, they’ve learned so far that all the money at the House of Mouse’s disposal can’t put together a writing team that can make a decent Star Wars flick set outside of the time of Luke vs. Darth Vader (or directly thereafter).
Long story short, Boba is one of the last few characters from that era who is still alive and kicking, so we must make do.
My next complaint is Boba is the galaxy’s greatest bounty hunter, isn’t he? Don’t we want to see him, oh, I don’t know, hunting bounties?
But I admit, the after credits scene following the last episode of The Mandalorian where Boba blasts Bib Fortuna and takes a load off on the late Jabba’s throne was pretty kick ass and enough to get me invested in a Boba series. The past two episodes have piqued my interest, so all in and all, I’ll give it a try.
To Disney’s credit, if you preferred the Boba who rarely spoke, The Mandalorian introduced us to the Manadalorian religion, where the most devout from that respective planet travel the galaxy, earning a living as bounty hunters and never taking their helmets off, believing the only way to not incur an enemy’s wrath is to keep their identities hidden. Ultimately, we’re given a whole race of silent but deadly (sorry) Boba types and we further learn the actual Boba was never a Mandalorian religion practitioner but rather was just a dude who liked the armor.
In this episode, we are given a double hutt douse, a brother and sister team who have returned to Tatooine to fight Boba for Jabba’s throne. They have a kickass wookie, so that’s cool. I gotta be honest, a lot of this feels like fan service but I’ll take it.
Meanwhile, we’ve yet to learn why Boba sleeps in a bacta tank, but whenever he does, he has flashbacks to a Dances with Wolves type of arc where he was captured by the sand people only to win them over and become their BFF.
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. Disney Plus does seem to be a better home for Star Wars, at least until they figure out how to make a decent film.