“The Force Awakenzzzzzzzzzzzzz” Mania Is Sending Me To Sleep

So Star Wars: The Force Awakens will be released in the coming days and the world
has lost its collective mind.

Darth Vader demonstrates how to kill people with a thought.

The insanity surrounding The Force Awakens started back in October when the trailer was released, and then reached tsunami proportions when Harrison Ford appeared on every possible Australian TV program and in the flesh at the Sydney Opera House. “I’m sure Harrison will notice me if I wear my Han Solo costume.” There were a couple of blokes dressed as Indiana Jones, who would have drawn death stares from the Jar Jar Binks types. That’s the insidious power of ‘Star Wars’ — I’ve never seen a film, but I know the bloody characters.

Ford always seems to be fairly bemused by the whole Star Wars thing and the legions of fans, which was evident during his interview with (self-confessed fan) Leigh Sales. Sure, Star Wars was his meal ticket and propelled his career at warp-factor speed (I know, wrong sci-fi term), but Ford often uses the words “work” and “a job” to describe his time seated next to his hirsute co-pilot.

The first Star Wars film was released a long time ago in a year far, far away: 1977. The same year as Queen Elizabeth’s Silver Jubilee, and the Bee Gees released the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. No doubt hardcore Star Wars types have drawn some form of nerdish, non-existent, vortex-time-space-continuum-parallels between all three.

I was a young kid in 1977 and didn’t buckle to peer and advertising pressure to get on board the (Harrison Ford leg-fracturing) Millennium Falcon (see, I know that much). I was more interested in chasing girls, kicking a footy and playing cricket in the backyard than playing with Luke Skywalker figurines. Back then, being a smart arse, too-cool-for-school type of kid, I refused to see the film everyone was talking about. Thirty eight years later, nothing has changed. Each to their own.

Although, I’d much rather read about these hardcore Star Wars fans (have I used the word ‘geeks’ yet?) shooting each other in imaginary interplanetary battles at Star Wars conventions than psycho-terrorists on the streets of Paris doing the real thing, or a would be American President shooting his mouth off. Again.

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Let’s just hope reality TV shows don’t catch on. Imagine a Kardashian prequel — the pre-school years. It probably wouldn’t work because it would be before the days of selfies, belfies and lip fillers, but if you steal my idea Momager Kris Jenner, I want a cut.

I have to say my all-time favourite Star Wars scene is a stand up comedy bit by Eddie Izzard which some genius set to stop-motion Lego. The scene is set in the Death Star canteen and features the immortal line from that asthmatic bloke in black: “It’s not a game of who the f*ck are you.” The wickedly ingenious concept of killing people with trays and/or thoughts and a penne arrabiata shout out is brilliant.

If all the dialogue in the Star Wars films was as good, Eddie Izzard played every character and they were created in Lego, I’d be a lightsaber-wielding fan-boi.

As is, I’d rather be sleeping.

©Steve Williams 2016

*This piece also appeared in The Huffington Post Australia:
‘The Force Awakenzzzzzzzzzzzzz’ Mania Is Sending Me To Sleep

Bermuda Triangle — Disappearing Act?

So it just went away did it? Remember The Bermuda Triangle? That spooky vortex of naughtiness between Florida, Bermuda and Puerto Rico that sucked up planes and ships like a Dyson vacuum cleaner on Honey Boo Boo Child’s go-go juice?

The Devil’s Triangle about to call Kris Jenner

You just don’t hear about it any more — the Bermuda Triangle, not Honey Boo Boo unfortunately. Though some would wish she and her eloquent kinfolk would also disappear.

The Bermuda Triangle was also known as “The Devil’s Triangle” which some more über-rabid religions would probably use to describe bikini bottoms, but I digress.

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The same could be said for the Loch Ness Monster. Has he retired? Hung up his humps? There hasn’t been a blurry, grainy, shaky, long distance sighting for years. This is surprising, considering how every human being is armed with a smart phone capable of documenting his (or her) “existence” and that of of its colleagues the Yeti / Big Foot / Sasquatch / Abominable Snowman and the random “GIANT HAMSTERS STEAL BOY!!!!” that the screaming tabloids regurgitate every month or so.

Maybe Nessie is shuffling along the sands of the Florida coast with his Zimmer frame in his LOUD shorts, gazing out towards the Bermuda Triangle, thinking they would have made an awesome kombination. They just need some help. Time to call Kim Kardashian’s mum Kris Jenner…

©Steve Williams 2012