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Rating: Reviewing the classic of science fiction classics might seem an out-of-place operation, anachronistic, more than twenty years after its release, blasphemous, by someone who, more than myself, considers Star Wars more than just a film, more than a lifestyle, the aretè of modern philosophy spilling over into religion. So I hope, as I embark on this endeavor, not to offend any of the devoted followers in question.
Everything that was classified as sci-fi until the early seventies was considered low-grade, genuine B-movies, whose only fortune was to be shown on Saturday afternoons in the sweaty hot American cinema halls, and intended for pudgy children (or as the review suggests, "pacicciosi") with cream ice cream dripping on their red shirts, branded with the adidas symbol now deformed by the inherent chubbiness of the fatty, in one hand, and in the other, a bitter licorice stick, in short, a mistreated genre.
But the reality is that the science fiction of the time was not at all natural, which may seem like a contradiction but it's the pure truth: the films presented a dimension far too distant from ours, with alienating sounds and humanoids with ethical conceptions far from human. An ordinary man couldn’t identify with those situations like the Western had allowed just a few years before without any problem. The truth is that George Lucas’s intuition (or as the review loves to call him "Georgie-porgie-BUM-BUM-Lucas) was as simple and logical as it was innovative and counter-current: using natural or at most mechanical sound effects but almost never electronic (a prime example being the voice of the Jawas taken from the bray of a Turkish donkey), a completely symphonic soundtrack, and human and robotic protagonists much more similar to heroes of Greek and Latin rural myths than to cold machines that "think" only about the necessary amount of ZURRRGGG oil to reach the planet Rock-Maninoff-alpha-buzzurro.
Indeed, Star Wars is mythology at the service of the viewer in search of a deep emotion, in some ways dreamlike, where almost every character is balanced by their nemesis and where every nemesis is indeed related to the world around them interacting without appearing contrived. Many of the pieces in this soundtrack have become timeless classics thanks to their ability to perfectly underline what happens on screen without ever being too invasive but defining with deep bass situations where pathos must prevail. The tracks are simultaneously simple in their depth, the result of great intellectual work by John Williams, and they define in few other cases an artistic line almost parallel to that of Lucas. The exaltation, the emotion, or the laughter (listening to "The Little People Work" describing the Jawas working to transport R2-D2 on their huge vehicle, you have the impression of hearing a musical interlude capable of accompanying a comic duo from the silent cinema rather than an aulic Star warsian piece) are always around the corner of this rounded CD. One last important thing to highlight is the profound dreamlike suggestion that some pieces can imprint on the listener, re-emerging even a very long time later and throwing the fortunate into an orgy of concepts that have, to a superficial eye (or STRONZO as the review is trying to tempt me to write...), nothing to do with the film but have been wisely sublimated into an audiovisual architecture unparalleled or unprecedented to make the experience as vivid as possible and above all, palpable and at the same time indefinable.
It is therefore difficult to define such an airy, complex soundtrack, indeed this review does not even attempt it (and I agree with it), what has been written is only what this humble reviewer felt listening, Living this stellar adventure that lacks little to be called an Epic.
If it is true, as it is true, that man aspires to the perfection reached only by nature and tries to imitate it based on defined parameters thus obtaining an "imitation" defined by many as art, then Star Wars is among these one of the most refined and closest to the original and in a world where more often than not obtuseness prevails, it is not a small thing.
(with this, I conclude my good-humored rant at the base of which is the word "more", a word rather cooooool for those who buy ringtones on mediaset but
let's leave these
painful fools aside)
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