A friend asked whether I was excited for the new Star Wars movie. It was meant to be inane conversation, but I ended up taking it seriously and it did throw me off.
I grew up in a Star Wars childhood. Read all the novels, consumed, collected, invested; literally had the trilogy playing on the video recorder every day when I got home from school. Until this day I still have a fondness for the Hildebrant brother as a result of their artwork on SW collectible cards.
Then the franchise was ruined with the return of George Lucas. And now, all the hours and memories I’ve invested into the universe is no longer canon.
I appreciate this new freedom, this awareness that to follow the new direction of SW is to re-invest along a similar trajectory. I realise now that the new SW and what it represents has little ROI for me, I already have the nostalgia value and that won’t change.
It’s made me reconsider my relationship with other characters from my childhood — superheroes trademarked and copyrighted, like little money soldiers for faceless corporations. Even beyond comics, sometimes it’s hard to separate the books I’ve read from the films they’ve birthed.
In the end, I told him I wasn’t excited. Sure, i would maybe watch the latest SW film. Wouldn’t make any particular effort. Won’t keep track of set gossip, progress reports or fan theories.
I am more keen on the worlds that exist when everyone has a hand in designing and creating them — in the realms of fan fiction, I suppose. I don’t necessarily want to read fan fic, I just don’t want to live in a world of tight copyrights.
Which makes me feel a bit guilty about the copyright on my own works. I am somewhat assuaged by the fact that I’ve also contributed a fair bit to copyleft, but by design and not by default.