For the Love of God No!
Does Anybody Really Want an Old Han Solo?
The announcement has been made. Star Wars Episode VII will begin filming in January 2014, producer-director J.J. Abrams and Disney have announced. Back are the ancient Harrison Ford, a very used Carrie Fisher, a butt ugly Mark Hamill and a not too bad looking Billy Dee Williams.
Rumors are that the studio is laying in a good supply of prunes, walkers and oxygen tanks for the geriatric cast.
This is a fucking joke! I mean, what more can you say? This crap needs to be shipped off to a galaxy far, far away.
Who in their right mind would cast old used up actors far past their prime in an attempt to re-boot a film franchise?
The James Bond series would have died off years ago if newer and younger actors has not been cast.
I know it’s painful, but try and remember back to Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Yes, the movie was bad, for any number of reasons, but for me, a 65-year-old Indiana Jones simply wasn’t the one I wanted.
I wanted the one who told Marion Ravenwood, “It’s not the years, honey; it’s the mileage,” not the one who so obviously looked like it was, actually, the years. And now Harrison Ford looks all the 70 years he has lived.
Pop culture’s great characters achieve immortality through reinterpretation. The ones who last, truly last, are the ones that have been processed and refashioned for each generation that encounters them.
Tarzan, Sherlock Holmes, Batman, Superman, Spider-Man, James Bond, James Kirk -- they will outlive us all because they are bigger than any one actor. I want the same thing for the Star Wars characters. I want immortality for them.
So for the love of God, I want Disney and the director to recast this movie.