He was a bear of a man. Big men — gaffers and grips — worked for him and did so with the greatest of affection. Broad and full were his shoulders, carried high, pushed tight against the neck. With his barrel-chest, he squeezed his words through the back of his throat and nostrils, as is the manner of those suburban London lads that communicates controlled authority, experienced professionalism. In tributes after he died in 2005 at the age of 74, he was lauded as the finest and most respected first assistant director in the world. Around the time he AD’d Return of the Jedi, he reckoned he had done 478 films. In a previous post, I characterized him as a great who orchestrated symphonies out of chaos. This time, I’m going as far as to say that David Tomblin was the greatest first assistant ever.
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With the extreme cold weather much of the country has been facing this winter, the Hoth references have been flying fast and furious across social media. Just this month, welovefine.com released a tauntaun hoodie, complete with tauntaun guts drawn on the interior. Much of the Mythbusters Star Wars special last month focused on Hoth. What is it about Hoth that makes it so iconic? After all, we don’t reference Tatooine when it’s hot during the summer — not yet, anyway. So what is it about Hoth?
Sitting here in 2014, the 34th year since its release, it can be hard to believe that The Empire Strikes Back wasn’t always lauded as the movie masterpiece it clearly is. On the contrary, its arrival back on May 20, 1980, was welcomed with an array of mixed, lukewarm, and indifferent reviews on both sides of the Atlantic from newspapers, magazines, and TV critics alike. But of all the entries in the saga, time has been kindest to Empire‘s reputation and standing. Not to us fans who have adored the film since its release, but to the wider world who perhaps needed the resolutions brought to us by Return of the Jedi to fully appreciate the nuances and dangers that Empire presented.
Way back in the ’90s, a suburban dad was single-parenting his two daughters. He was the president of their elementary school’s parent-teacher organization, fortunate enough to have a boss who let him work his own hours, and as long as he got his work done, he was able to be there for his girls. Most willingly and joyfully, he gave himself over to the task.
At home, elementary school artwork adorned the walls of the entrance, the corridor to the bedrooms, the kitchen. Music filled the house, played from the large boombox on the kitchen table. Weekday mornings started at full volume: Chuck Berry’s “School Days.” A musician in his salad days, this dad maintained his chops on Sundays as a rhythm guitarist for a gospel group led by the lead guitarist who had spent the better part of his professional career in New Orleans. The lead singer was a Texan, a Navy man, a soul singer who played sax locally in Tierfon in the Navy Band. The material was, dare we say, Force-ful. Wedded to this routine, this dad presumed to lead an uncomplicated life and stay out of trouble. Then came 1997.
On the town square in Kinsman, Ohio, you’ll find a bank, a veteran’s memorial, and a used bookstore with an owner who will unhesitatingly volunteer the assertion that Yoda was born here.
And he’s right — from (yes, you know what’s coming next) a certain point of view.
Because rural Kinsman — which is almost 19 miles from the nearest Interstate and surrounded by the expansive fields and woods of the state’s northeast corner — boasts ties to a pair of science fiction legends as well as the classic middle chapter of the original Star Wars trilogy.
The Empire Strikes Back has always been special to me not just as a movie, but for the memories and feelings it sparks. I have never experienced anticipation for a movie the way I did when I was nine years old, waiting for the sequel (Sequel? I don’t even think I knew the word existed. All I knew was “MOAR STAR WARS!”) to the Greatest Movie I’d Ever Seen. It was a time of teaser articles in National Geographic magazine and of getting a thrill just seeing that amazingly cool new Empire movie logo, and it ruled.
Which is partly why I love the back side of Ohio Historical Marker 10-78:
Speaking of handmade, some of the fans really thinking outside the box are the ones who have started from a blank page, pen in hand. The sky’s the limit when you’re drawing your own Hoth or Artoo, and these illustrated scenes bring all kinds of imagination to the Star Wars Uncut project.
Check out some of our favorite recent illustrated remakes after the jump and maybe try your own.
Star Wars fans love to eat. Or, at least it looks like it, according to all these pizza slices, green pea piles, and whipped dessert toppings found in the scenes submitted for The Empire Strikes Back Uncut.
The Empire Strikes Back‘s many planets give fans ample reason to dig into their scene-setting skills: Hoth, Cloud City, that pesky space slug. As more people are re-imagining scenes for The Empire Strikes Back Uncut, it’s pretty clear that a lot of people paint in a palette of awesome-looking food groups.
Check out some of our favorite foodie fan-takes after the jump!
Scenes for The Empire Strikes Back Uncut are still rolling in and they are full of vegetables, minerals, and many animals.
One of the best parts of watching each new scene is seeing how fans bring their own personal touches in the creative process. And nothing’s more personal than pets. Man’s best friend(s) pop up in the best places: as a floppy eared Yoda, a downed Tauntaun, or the classic Chewbacca stand-in.
But it’s not just Chewie dogs acting in Empire Uncut — there are many scenes featuring different members of the animal kingdom. Here are some great performances so far.
I grew up on Dagobah. Or, the next best thing: Florida. Our Jedi training was slightly different (we paddled boats instead of lifting X-wings) and we had no Yodas to guide us (manatees aren’t good instructors), but we did have an awesome swamp for a backyard.