David Langan at Sabotage Times has written a terrific piece on his disillusionment and fatigue with all things Star Wars. I sympathize with this a lot. From the post:
Well, it’s been – what? – four or five months already, and it’s time for another bite of the Star Wars apple, this time with the cinematic re-release of the films in 3D, beginning with The Phantom Menace this month. Now, I could easily spend the next couple of thousand words sniping at the prospect of watching the Star Wars prequels with an added dimension: through the wonders of technology, Hayden Christensen’s performance finally gains some depth! See the films as the director in no way ever originally intended but hey, what the fuck, there’s an untapped commercial possibility to be exploited and the George Lucas money mountain needs topping up!
But really, what’s the point? It’s all been said before, and by better men than me. Bashing the Star Wars prequels has become a socially ordained tradition in our culture, in much the same way that giving the EDF doorstep salesman a five-minute head start before you broke out the shotgun used to be.
But, after all that effort, all that consumption, I find I can’t be arsed anymore. I’m done. For all the bootleg copies, re-releases, spin-offs and merchandise I’ve gone out and bought over the years, I don’t think I’ve just sat down at home and put on a Star Wars film for the best part of a decade – and I’ve got a very decent projector and amp on constant standby; at the drop of a hat, I can watch those films six foot high and ten foot wide, with surround sound that would make your perineum quiver. But I never particularly feel like it. Somewhere along the way (and I suspect, in the end, it was Revenge of the Sith what did it), I simply peaked. So bollocks to the “complete” Blu-ray editions, and bollocks to the 3D cinema releases, and to all the inevitable home cinema editions to come.
I think it was Simon Pegg who called the prequels “retroactively destructive”, and they certainly seem to have done the trick for me. The part of my brain that’s successfully blocking out the memory of the prequels has done its job so well that it’s apparently robbed me of my enthusiasm for the original films.
Personally I haven't quite lost my enthusiasm for the original films yet. Actually I'd quite like to see them again if George Lucas would quit hiding them from us all. But I am completely done with special editions and revamps and three-dimensional gimmicks.
Surf over and read the rest of Langdon's post: