Last night on David Letterman, Samuel L. Jackson talked Star Wars, relaying a story about how he hasn’t gotten a call from J.J. Abrams about being in the next Star Wars film, and his disappointment for receiving such the cold shoulder.
Could it be possible that the reason you haven’t gotten a call is, oh, I don’t know, because Mace Windu is dead?!?
I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the new film being cast as we speak takes place many years after the events of Return of the Jedi, which means, Mace Windu has been dead for, at the very least, thirty or forty some-odd years, so even if he were invited to come back as some sort of spirit, no one would know who the heck he was. (Maybe in stories of old, but come on; do you really think the youth of today would listen to some old spirit who couldn’t defeat the Emperor?)
Or did Mace Windu simply fake his own death, like Andy Kaufman has been rumored to have done (in his own brother’s words, mind you). Somehow, I’d believe that Andy Kaufman was still alive before I would believe Mace Windu was. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not have Episode Seven become The Young and the Restless. They tried that already in Attack of the Clones, and we all see how that turned out.
Of course, I’m sure his desire to reach out to J.J. is all in jest (at least I hope). What’s worrisome is that Mark Hamill has yet to get the call. Come on J.J. What’s the hold-up? We need our whiny little Jedi back in action!
(This has been a humorous diatribe by a Star Wars fan who absolutely loved all six films, Ewoks and all, and can’t wait for that galaxy far, far away to return to his local cineplex.)
Chaos breeds Chaos 