It occurred to me this morning in the shower (where I do my most dangerous thinking) that Star Wars is a terribly boring title. It’s become so ingrained in our culture that we don’t really recognize the actual, individual words anymore, but I can’t think of a more generic moniker, particularly for a franchise that has spawned six movies (and an awful made-for-TV Christmas special, if you count that one), dozens of video games, countless books, and every possibly style of toy imaginable, an empire (pun!) rivaled only by KISS with franchising supersaturation.
The crazy part about it to me is that Star Wars exists in its own unique universe and reality, complete with original races, languages, planets, factions, religions, mythos, and on and on. Other than maybe The Lord of the Rings, I can’t think of another franchise that has been so completely created from the ground up, the product of and a testament to the genius and potential of the human mind.
And so, yes, I’ve become aware of how completely underwhelmed I am with this grandiose achievement’s title.
Let’s put it this way: imagine if you could take the entirety of the Star Wars universe and put it underwater. Outer space becomes a vast sea, filled with countless races and adventures and the struggle between good and evil, but really nothing else changes, just the environment.
Now imagine if we called that Sea Fights.
Pretty stupid, huh?