I've always thought the more appropriate George Lucas vehicle for explaining who your father was before he was your father is the live-action "Howard the Duck," a comic book version of a comic book character whose special power is comic books. Like my own father, I alternated between wanting to smack Howard and wanting somebody else to smack him--it was all just too fking much to consider---like George Lucas shaving. And then after I saw H the D splitting a Playduck (The Chicks of Lake Superior) and realized all the most interesting edges had long been sanded off of his personality and that he was generally headed in the wrong direction down that track to Gozer from the moment I'd met him, which because of memory, feels more like someone seeping into your presence than shaking hands. And, of course, Jeffrey Jones played a dark, filthy horse, which was hardly acting.
I've always thought the more appropriate George Lucas vehicle for explaining who your father was before he was your father is the live-action "Howard the Duck," a comic book version of a comic book character whose special power is comic books. Like my own father, I alternated between wanting to smack Howard and wanting somebody else to smack him--it was all just too fking much to consider---like George Lucas shaving. And then after I saw H the D splitting a Playduck (The Chicks of Lake Superior) and realized all the most interesting edges had long been sanded off of his personality and that he was generally headed in the wrong direction down that track to Gozer from the moment I'd met him, which because of memory, feels more like someone seeping into your presence than shaking hands. And, of course, Jeffrey Jones played a dark, filthy horse, which was hardly acting.