You see the headlines crawl all over websites and advertisements: Kanye did this, Tom Brady said this, The Kardashians are at it again, JJ Watt got married. All of them have 1 predisposed assumption when they were created, being that the audience knows who these people are, what they did, and how they got to be household names. Fame is a fickle thing, but without a doubt fame will always bring in the attention of the masses. Interviews, hostings, and coverage upon coverage of everything they do simply because they’ve got the fame and eyes of a region, state, country, or even worldwide.
It reminds me of high school. Life imitating the basic principle of all public primary schooling: it’s all a popularity contest.
Which is what brings me to the title of this piece: “Celebrities Aren’t News”. Why report on someone’s everyday activities simply because they’re living their 15 minutes of fame? It takes away from other, more interesting things to report on. In the field of entertainment, creative works are being constructed and produced on the daily: why not celebrate those who are doing that, rather than where JLo went to get her groceries. If you’re only interested in what the artists that you’re vicariously living through are doing on their average sunday that doesn’t involve their creative works, then, well, I’m sorry.
From my point of view, a creation - whether it be a voice, an image, a film, or something else - is what makes the headline. It and all the individuals that worked to create something of artistic or entertainment value should be taking the limelight, not what a few big names in whichever particular field are going to get married or head on vacation. That’s not news, that’s their lives. And they have every right to live their lives to the fullest, but it’s not something that should be religiously reported on and followed like some popular clique.
High school really never ends, huh?
If you take anything away from this, it’s to appreciate the art that you find, make, or just purely enjoy. Appreciate the people that made it, including yourself if you are in fact the creator, but don’t swarm those creators. Just appreciate them for what they do, and treat them as people, not as all powerful celebrities. And for those celebrities that want to be worshipped, get off your high horse. The true value of the artistic industry will always be in the creative works themselves.
With the release of the final Star Wars film for some time and the end of the Sequel Trilogy after decades of buildup it’s time to review what we got. Warning: spoilers ahead.
Heads up be prepared to experience the perspective of someone who grew up with the prequel trilogy and a fan of the TV show (fingers crossed for the epic final season set to release this month after being returned from cancellation) I have mixed feelings about The Rise of Skywalker, generally I thought it was good enough and enjoyed most of it but here are specific things to consider.
The Rise of Skywalker (TROS) expects you to make way too many jumps without questions, how did Palpatine survive his fall, how did he make it to a Sith planet with no detection, how did he survive on the planet for decades, how did he build a fleet with no one noticing, how did he get the resources, if it was built beforehand how did no one know ( in the books and show Palpatine understand the political ramifications of people finding out he’s a Sith so he was very secretive even as emperor), how did he acquire planet destroying technology living in an area with nothing even when the galaxy couldn’t, even if the First order didn’t have those capabilities. If he lived for a long time, around 117 years, casual viewers will accept that he has the force but what about the billions of soldiers, did they choose to live in secret for decades-probably not, was Snoke a clone of Sidious or did he create him out of nothing like Anakin was (kinda). None of this is ever hinted at or even referred to. As a relatively serious fan who keeps with most canon material and general Star Wars lore even I was dumbfounded, imagine how confused someone who only watches the films must be
Most fans critiques also fall on the idea how this film essentially ruins the previous 6 films with the prophecy of the chosen one will bring balance to the Force. It means nothing if Palpatine survived, how did none of the Force ghosts know and not tell Luke or Leia, how did Luke realize he was alive, why didn’t he say anything (they say that’s also why he went missing), the knights of Ren served no purpose and just followed Rey around and got beat out of nowhere, the Force heal thing is cool and has been used in the extended universe ( video games, comics, etc) but that once again undermines Anakin because why didn’t he, or any Jedi master, use it or teach it, he could have saved his mom or learn it and not go to the dark side ,Obi Wan could have saved Qui Gon in episode 1 and Anakin would never have turned to the dark side because we know he needed a father figure ( this is key fact but don’t want to explain too much), if Darth Vader became a force ghost as we know he did in Return of the Jedi why didn’t he warn Kylo that it was the Emperor tricking him the whole time.
It is also important to note that at the end of the film the First Order is still literally around (the Galaxy fights against the Final Order) so nothing was really accomplished when you think about it, they fought the final order, Palpatine was also waayyyyyy too strong when you think of power scaling compared to all other characters we have ever seen. A concluding issue is the destruction of the New Republic in the Last Jedi still stands and ruins the whole re-building that took place after the original trilogy.
Don’t worry, there are a good amount of strengths to the film. There is honestly no good way to wrap it up nicely after the shit show of the Last Jedi. Disney shouldn’t have gotten a new director with a new vision ( he didn’t care about Rey's lineage but Abrams did),
Ben Solo had a good arc throughout the trilogy, Rey was eh but I like how she is a granddaughter to Palpatine because its a nice connection and explains how she is so powerful.
I like how she has yellow lightsaber in the end, they need to include colors that are in the show but neglected in the films (orange, white, black) and the effects and visuals are great as always with a Star Wars film. I liked Leia as a force ghost but wished at the end when she sees her and Luke we see Ben Solo as well, I also like how she buried the lightsabers on Tatooine, very symbolic. My overall favorite scene is when the Jedi of the past communicate with her, although I wish they actually came as Force ghosts to scare Palpatine (although that wouldn’t make sense since only Yoda, Obi wan learned it, others are great Jedi but the technique was taught to Qui God Jinn by force users who were NOT Jedi so it would be weird for people who never learned it to use it). Having all the voices of Jedi really tied in everything from all the trilogies and the shows as well, some characters- Kanan, Ahoska, and Ezra are so critical to the story but don’t appear in films, only the cartoon shows which people don’t give enough credit for but that will change since Mandalorian is amazing and being directed but the person who directed the cartoon shows.
I, along with many other fans, hope new movies don’t follow Rey's story anymore, I feel she and this era have closure, it should prequels or the Old Republic age. Overall good, could have been much better. The Last Jedi wasn't not a good entry in the series, but at least it was “original”. Meanwhile, The Force Awakens effectively copies A New Hope and here its good enough to end the trilogy on a decent note if you look at it as a whole. A side note is that I was disappointed it didn’t connect to the Mandalorian TV show or at the very least baby Yoda, but the show on its own is good with the clone wars and star wars rebels dark saber connections, characters we knew and love had it last but if the bad guy has it what happened to them, good stuff to come.
The fire would not last the night.
The traveller knew this, though he expected it would’ve happened sooner. As soon as the flames began to kindle, he frowned at the meager size. While it had grown as the sun set and darkness swarmed through the hills of ash, the light and warmth was far too weak to sustain.
Yet this fire would last. The traveller decided on that once he sat. He gazed into the small cinders and tossed the bones of his last meal into it, watching the fire eat away at the bones and kindle until it rested on ash and began to nibble on that, too. The traveller pressed his hands close, letting the red flame lick at his bare palms. His hands were littered with blisters, but the warmth spread through from tips of his fingers up his arms and into his torso.
The cold of the night cradled the traveller and his paltry fire. The moon offered little light amongst the consuming shadows. To the traveller, there was only the warm pulse of the fire’s tendrils to keep him company, to keep him warm, to keep him safe. His desire moved his hands to stroke it with his dull shortsword, leaving the metal in there as a source of heat that could be used by the ash to stay aflame.
The darkness began to creep, swarming the traveller. For all the deep breaths he exhaled into his hands, and no matter how close he got to the hearth, the traveller could see his breath cloud through the air by the light of the fire he so desperately kept alive. The night slithered into his space, extending its chilling hand over the traveller’s encampment.
“What is your worry, weary traveller? Are you not tired?” The night spoke with its silver tongue, letting his words slither into the frostbitten ears of the wanderer. The traveller did not speak, but the night was correct: he was tired. Sleep was a luxury the traveller could not afford. Nights were spent tending the fire, and days were spent hunting and gathering the needs for survival. He did not have time for sleep.
“I can see that your muscles ache and eyes long to be closed. What harm would letting in my embrace do for just a minute or two?” The traveller frowned again, blinked what sleep he could away, then shoveled more ash and bone for the fire to consume. If he slept, the fire would go out. If the fire went out, he would die. The traveller did not wish to die, so instead he sat, accepting whatever warmth the ashes would provide for him.
Tendrils of night caressed the traveller’s slouched back, the cold they supplied only halted by the dying fire. The night pulled at the cloak wrapped around the traveller, spurring the wind to nip at the dying hearth. But the wanderer had dealt with the winds and the night many times before. He knew how to keep his fire alive.
With ragged breaths, the traveller stirred the ash carefully under the final remaining coals, letting whatever could be burned fuel the flame before tossing on his last bone. The blistered hands tenderly held the fire. It lived to fight the night for another while.
“There is no need to struggle, wanderer, for I wish you no harm. I only seek to relieve you of your burdens.” The pressure seemed to lighten on the traveller’s shoulders. Despite the cold, he felt relieved. A small yawn escaped the traveller, small tears touching his tired gray eyes.
“You see? It is much easier if you let me help you. I will stay by the fire, wanderer. Trust me.” The traveller stared into the flames as they began to shrink. After many nights looking after the flame, the traveller had little remorse for it. It’s life held little meaning anymore.
The traveller curled up into his cloak, letting the darkness be his blankets. For the first time in as many sunrises and sunsets, peace filled the traveller, his eyes closing to the whispers of the night.
“Do not fear, wanderer. I will guide you to a new light.”
The fire did not last the night.
Y’all. What’s up. Same here. I feel that. Bet. Wasted. Language is what we all use to communicate, but it’s not a precise art either. There are words for everything, but which ones are used ends up being quite skewed towards smaller words and phrases that are easier or quicker to respond with or use. Otherwise known as Slang.
Hell, even the word “Slang” is slang for “Shortened Language”. Funny that.
What makes this artistic? Well, it all comes back to creativity. There’s no proper way to slang words together, so often times it’s just a mash of what’s legible. “You all haven’t…” can come together and be “Y’allain’t…”. Some slang can even have multiple “definitions” depending on context and situation. As long as the message and meaning gets across, that’s what matters more in verbal speech than written rules of grammar or syntax.
Colloquial is the best word to describe this phenomenon. The casual nature of slang let’s it be used across spoken languages. Just like how there are differences in speech in Alabama and California, there’s that same difference in Spanish if you speak it in Puerto Rico or Cuba. Slight differences, slang differences. Development of casual wordings and combinations of words that are used more frequently in one place over another for whatever reason. Even how words are spoken in one place compared to another can make its own slang.
Slang most often applies in the entertainment world(s) through the creation of characters. Characters shouldn’t speak “properly”, that’s not how people speak. Following grammatical rules mid sentence is a drag. So if you want to make a character from 1920s Britain, researching how people at that time spoke is just as important as seeing what they wore and did. It may not relate to any narrative importance, but what it does do is make the character feel alive and, most importantly, human.
Homes, schools, parks, and especially online, slang really does rule as a common practice within language. However it be used, making something sensible from tired statements is it’s own varied artform that, if nothing else, stays fresh and electric.
You could call Slang a creative outlet we all can utilize.