silversonic wrote:I had to register just to comment on this particular comic: I too have seen this monstrosity:
Twenty minutes of wookies talking, without subtitles. WITHOUT SUBTITLES. And Jefferson Starship. Bea Arthur in a sing and dance number. Grandpa Wookie in a scene that horrifies me to this day. These examples: only a small taste of its awfulness. The only redeeming features were the in-cartoon appearance of Boba Fett and a most entertainingly high Carrie Fisher (have to stick through to the end though).
I looked forward to watching this thinking I would enjoy it for being a bad movie. I came out scarred for life.
I too registered just to comment on this thread. I only saw the Star Wars Holiday Special once and that was when it came out on TV.
I was 9 or 10 years old and it was around Thanksgiving. The Star Wars movie blew my little kid head away and all my friends at school and I pretty much only talked about Star Wars. My best friend (who is still my best friend to this day) and I got in our only physical fight ever due to an argument about which one of us was more similar to Han Solo in real life (it was declared "a tie" by a kid who later turned out to be more like "Jabba The Hut" in real life). So the anticipation we felt to see STAR WARS....ON TV!!!!...FOR TWO HOURS!!!! made it so we could not sleep the whole week. We just anticipated this so much. I even made a Star Wars themed "Nativity Calender" out of glue and construction paper and every day before going to another sleepless night dreaming of seeing Stormtroopers being shot I would pull off a construction paper ring that formed a chain that hung from a crude cardboard Millenium Falcon.
You people who just download and watch this special really have no idea how traumatic it really was to live through.
Before the event I asked my parents if they could take the phone off the hook so that we would not be interupted if an elderly relative died during the special. I had to get permission to start the television ten minutes before the special aired so the tubes would "warm up" or else I would have to watch a blank screen with just sounds for ten minutes (Speed Racer was actually pretty good like this). I refused to drink any liquid during supper just in case I might miss something while taking a toilet break.
So a recap: A sleepless week of a bizarre , psuedo-religious ritual, fight with best friend over Han Solo-ness, not careing about the health of grandparents and planned dehydration.
That is what this special meant to me.
Then I saw it. I sat through the whole thing. Singing, Han Solo molesting a kid in a fur suit. Implied wookie masturbation. Luke Skywalker with eyeliner and the "Life Day" song. I sat through it all just wating for something cool to happen. Something "Star Wars" to happen and instead I learned just how cruel adults could be by making this piece of trash.
The next time my friends and I saw each other we did not even talk about it, like we had all been part of a perverted secret touching game by a drunken uncle. It was that bad. Even worse to have to live through it in that era of three television channels and televisions that had to "warm up".