It’s always fun to pick on George Lucas. God knows, he deserves it. For about three decades now, Lucas has traded anything resembling artistic integrity for the ability to micro-manage and monetize every aspect of his vast empire. I’m not one of those who would stoop to claiming any raping of my childhood, but it does make me sad that a film as brilliant as Star Wars has now had its good name sullied by a spat of prequels that range from awful to god-awful. Lucas also played a big part in the completely mediocre attempted revival of the Indiana Jones series. And let us not forget the evil torment he unleashed with Howard the Duck. These days he continues to anger fans by pretending the original versions of the Original Trilogy cannot be released, and there’s even some scary talk of a fifth Indy flick.
Lost in all the hubbub over Lucas’ many follies, though, is one fact. One simple fact that I don’t think most film lovers and fanboys have come to fully appreciate. Discounting the “direction” of the Star Wars prequels, George Lucas only ever directed three films. Three masterpieces. Three films that, in my mind, set him apart as the greatest visionary filmmaker of the 70s, and certainly the most promising. Click to read more