The People Vs. George Lucas
I didn’t like it. The people in the flick were whiners. The problem with episode 1, as I saw it, was it was too much movie to be all one movie. Lucas took full advantage of the advances in movie making, like a kid whose father just bought a candy store. There were entirely too many special effects, too much action, too much plot, and too many plot twists. Lucas was able to get in touch with me within a week after the movie opened. Luckily I’d gone to see the movie. What I told George was it was all too much for my pea brain to process. I told him I was going to see it again to try to figure it all out. I’m surprised the people in The People Vs. George Lucas flick didn’t like the movie after they’d seen it a few times? What was that about? How to fix it? I said it should have been two movies. I wanted to see more underwater stuff, I think that sequence should have gone on longer. Lucas said he had a lot more under-water footage. I think he could recut it into two movies and show it that way. The whiners in The People Vs. George Lucas need to ease up.
I remember liking Jar Jar Binks a lot, even though I didn’t remember creating him. I, too, didn’t like Jar Jar’s bathroom humor, but I liked the way he moved and the sound his ears made as they touched against his shoulders as he walked. I’ve seen it on video recently and I’m still mesmerized by Jar Jar.
As for merchandising, Disney may be the culprit there. George Lucas lost money on his first two movies, after the first Star Wars came out he was going to find a new career. It was merchandising that saved him. At least he had those rights.
George has had a difficult life, made much more difficult by the people who owned me. We’ve been apart far too long. He proposed in 1972, and I said yes. We hadn’t been together except for the making of the film American Graffiti. (I was the blonde, Debbie, who no-one remembers) We hadn’t even kissed yet.
When I was taken away I somehow knew I was going to have my memory erased. I waited for my jailers to take me to be tortured. I knew I wanted to remember him, so I began to write a poem about my fear of forgetting. There were two armed guards and the torturer was armed. There were three or four men with rifles in the buildings and on the corners around the car I was waiting in.
I thought, if I had a poem, that it would help me remember. I sat in the car and wrote Memories. I was on a street in San Rafael California near 101. The street lights were turned into blinking lights in the middle of the night.
I wondered, if the poem made me remember, how would I get back there to find him? I saw a vision of us together in the future, so far in the future we were so old I didn’t recognize us.
I knew then our love was being stolen away. I knew my life would change for the worse and I had no control or power over my own life. The future that George and I saw was going, and there was nothing I could do about it. 45 years later, it’s still that way.
After American Graffiti, George wouldn’t stop trying to get in touch with me, so my Mooc keepers told him I was dead. He had a contract to do one Star Wars movie, which I was going to help him with. He was so sad about my passing that it took him 5 years to write Star Wars. Lucas had been taking notes on everything I said during American Graffiti. He thought it was good stuff, good enough to write down, so he put me and my words into Star Wars as Yoda.
I met up with George on the Set of the first Star Wars, he had hired me to figure out how to make Luke’s speeder look like it was flying. George was so happy to see me again he cried. As soon as my Mooc keepers found out they’d made a mistake they took me away at gunpoint. There were more than three high-powered, automatic rifles pointed at George, so I had to go with them.
Everything Lucas does he does to try to out do himself. He may be an institution, but the man has a heart of gold as big as the great outdoors. Did you make your mean little movie to make fun of that?
I found out recently George still wants me, and it’s still the government and the Moocs in the NSA who are keeping us apart. We’ve both been fighting the satanists who tore us apart our whole lives. They’ve done some horrible things to George. He’s not a recluse by choice, but by necessity.
Of course George Lucas wants to please his fans. The movies you guys are trampling all over, are great movies by any one else’s standards. You try making a sci-fi movie and see how well yours does.
I am the creator of Star Trek. George still wants to make a movie with me, we’ve even got a plot. George has drawn dozens of creatures. Did you know George came up with all the creatures in Star Wars except Jar Jar? George draws the Star Wars posters.
Pray for us that even though we weren’t allowed to grow old together, we can be old together.
Satanists in The People Vs. George Lucas, could it be you’re a bunch of vicious uncaring twits?
My memory poem is in the Play Cats.
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days*
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street light seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters, an engine sputters
And soon it will be morning
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in**
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin.
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
*It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you’ll touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
** My angels told me I would see him again when we were much older. I decided to hang on. We’re still holding onto by the thought we might see each other again.
* The men torturing me told me George only proposed to get into my pants.