I’ve started to question the value of franchises.
This may sound strange in many ways.
- You may wonder “what the hell took you so long?” as we try to figure out why Spider-Man movies keep getting remade.
- You may wonder why I care, because I’m bang alongside crazy creativity, cosplay, fanfic – and I haven’t really mentioned this.
- You may wonder if I’m becoming a crotchety old geek. I’m not, I’m still cool and still love being a Pyro in TF2.
So let me explain exactly what started this. It all has to do with Grand Moff Tarkin.
For those of you who don’t recall, yes, that’s the guy played by Peter Cushing in the first Star Wars film. Commander of the Death Star, didn’t take crap from Vader, and looked like he was permanently bitter at life. I figure it’s because the name “Tarkin” sounds like an artificial fabric winter coats are made out of.