Art imitates life.
Just as the original triplet of Star Wars movies presaged the resurgence of feel-good militarism in the Reagan 80s, so has this newest trilogy, at last redeemed by the excellence of Episode Three, foreseen the death of Democracy in the name of autocracy, safety, and “peace” during the Generalissimo Bush 00s.
“So this is how Democracy dies: to thunderous applause.”
No sentence better encapsulates the failure of the majority of American society to think critically of Gulf War II, or of the small men and women who perpetrated it.
Neither Goya, nor Dali, nor El Basco, nor Picasso nor any other artist could better capture the pathetic, militant, self-pitying hatred that is the crux of the modern Republican Party better than Lucas does at the climax of “Sith” in the scene where Palpatine becomes the Emperor and Anakin Skywalker turns into Vader.
1999 feels link a long time ago; like an era that existed in the lifetime of someone else.