Grumpy oatmeal pimp Wilford Brimley entered the Star Wars universe in 1985 as Noa Briqualon in the made-for-TV turd Ewoks: The Battle for Endor. No official action figure was produced, but that has not stopped Force Dorks from carving them in their moms' garages.
Like the two Ewoks TV movies, the Star Wars Holiday Special is a piece of work Lucasfilm buries in the Tunisian desert under landfills of Jar Jar Binks Halloween costumes. (We demand a Blu-ray!) At some point in this atrocity, Jefferson Starship pops up on some hologram video thing to perform a song that is not "We Built This City."
The dumbest/laziest character in the Star Wars universe (which is saying something after 400 or so cruddy novels) is this drug peddler in a Coruscant bar. In the original trilogy, alien characters had fish heads, gills on their necks, massive slug bodies. The prequels: "Eh, let's just put some college bro in khakis and a woman's trenchcoat."
With Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Lucas clearly dreamed of Harrison Ford passing the fedora to his "son" Shia. Because a wise-ass rockabilly brat can totally stand in for a hunky professor with a whip.
The Max Rebo Band, referred to in the Star Wars Universe as, er, "jizz-wailers," was the Muppet-like troupe playing Arabian-ish new-wave in Jabba's palace. In the original Return of the Jedi, front-thing Sy Snootles sings "Lapti Nek," which is awesome and kind of sounds like Talking Heads. In the ruined, gussied up "Special Edition," the song is replaced with "Jedi Rocks," which sounds like Smash Mouth and makes no sense.
Hey, did you know the little kid from The Phantom Menace studied film and video at Columbia College? Wizard!
Going back and rewatching this crude, bizarre film for children—well, it's at least interesting. Largely because it's rather crude and bizarre for a kid's movie. I mean, naked duck tits. Come to think of it, please leave the fabricated duck tits away from this museum, too. Lea Thompson's hair is fine, though.
Does any actor involved in these movies not regret the decision?
After Lucas puts in his 90 minutes writing a fantasy script, he undoubtedly dials up the hairdresser and barks, "Get your fucking ponytails ready."
This is why no Star Wars movie will ever be as rock & roll as the originals.