Monday, November 30, 2015

Masks, Myths, and Star Wars

As The Force Awakens nears, with all its promise and possibility of awesomeness, I’m continuing my ongoing celebration of Star Wars.  I’d like to explore the concept of “the mask” as manifest in the first installment of the Star Wars saga (A New Hope, 1977).  I’m treading familiar ground here, I suppose, though maybe I’ll find some new geography beneath my musing feet.  Let’s begin with the most obvious and iconic example of a mask in the film: Darth Vader.  Vader’s mask is obviously meant to be intimidating, and is famously modeled after Japanese samurai helmets.


Later we will learn that Vader is “more machine than man” and that this “mask” actually sustains his life.  In A New Hope, though, Vader is a kind of hieroglyphic, a mystery that is difficult to unravel.  In some ways the mask marks him as a solider – for it is the military stormtroopers and TIE pilots that share such a hidden identity.  The officers of the Empire are not masked – cruel, of course, but ordinary enough in appearance.  Yet Vader moves among these military officials as a sign and symbol of things ancient and mystical – the Jedi and the Dark Side.  His mask puts him in the world of mythology, the deeper realm anchoring the film’s dreamlike power.

Yet, if we keep an open definition of the concept, there are other masks in Star Wars.  What of C-3PO?  Of course he is a robot, not a human with a mask, but in some sense this droid is nothing but a mask.  Working in the realm of etiquette and protocol, he is the false face that serves as any face, the symbol-talker.


He is almost the opposite of the trickster archetype, a placid blank face of subordination, the every-face of universal translation.   In some ways, he is the inversion of Vader – a golden face set against the dark one, a being of technology who masquerades as human and therefore becomes human.  Vader, in some ways, is a human masquerading as a robot who thereby becomes a robot – a slave to the Emperor, programmed into a network of fear and hatred from which he cannot escape.

Then there are the stormtroopers.  Their casual chatter in Star Wars proves that they are human, but their armor clearly marks them as a blank entity – beings not supposed to show emotion, or mercy.  The fact that they are effectively wearing masks – not just protective helmets – is reinforced when Luke arrives to rescue Leia.  She jokes about him being “short for a stormtrooper.”  He responds with “Oh, the uniform.”  A uniform is a mask for the body, concerned less about protection than with making a statement of power or authority.

By contrast, Chewbacca has no uniform – not even clothes!  Though the actor Peter Mayhew wore a mask, Chewie is perhaps the least masked character in the movie – and it’s easy to underestimate how essential he is to the mythic power of the film.


Essentially naked, powerful yet Other, Chewbacca is the alien that is a friend, a strength that is married to gentleness.  His seemingly incomprehensible roar contains a hidden language – linking the animal to the fundamentally human.  Chewbacca is the natural being, the one who cannot wear a mask, the pure creature living in the truth of his furry animalistic body – the stubborn ape-like ancestor beneath all human dignity.

Even the Death Star might be a kind of mask.  Its apparently blank and planet-like shape contains a secret bureaucracy and a terrible technology.  “That’s no moon,” says Obi-Wan, seeing behind the façade of its spherical shape.  It is a Cyclops mask, the single “eye” invoking the narrow, singular vision of authoritarian thinking – like Sauron’s flaming eye in The Lord of the Rings.  Just before the Death Star explodes we catch a quick glimpse of Grand Moff Tarkin.  Perhaps this is so that we can savor the defeat of this villain.  Yet maybe the Death Star is Tarkin’s vast and terrible mask, the technological incarnation of his ambition, a giant spook to frighten the galaxy into submission.  The solemn-faced Tarkin could be any of countless historical human militarists or dictators, eager not just to murder, but to terrify with their masks of power.


When Luke destroys the Death Star, the Empire itself is unmasked.  All that remains is for Darth Vader to step forward as the final mask of the enemy.  The agonized humanity that lurks behind that mask will only be revealed, however, in the films that follow.

And in the Star Wars that lies ahead?  Why, of course, there is another mask.  There had to be one.


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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Walt Whitman's The Force Awakens

I'm so excited about the new Star Wars film that I wanted to express myself in some way.  And since I like to be a bit unusual, here are scenes from the international trailer mixed with quotations from Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass (1855).  The sprawling, searing poem is considered one of the great literary achievements of American history.  I don't know the plot of the movie -- this is just me pairing the images with interesting passages. 

You can watch The Force Awakens trailer here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdAUiyeJMFQ

 So here is the poetry, from the page... and the screen.



I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to
            you.



Prodigal!  you have given me love! …. therefore I to you
give love!



The whirling and whirling is elemental within me.



Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sunrise would
kill me



Is this then a touch? […]
Flames and ether making a rush for my veins […]
My flesh and blood playing out lightning



Now Lucifer was not dead…. or if he was I am his
            sorrowful and terrible heir […]
I will either destroy him, or he shall release me.



I understand the large hearts of heroes,
The courage of present times and all times



I am given up by traitors; […]
You villain touch!  what are you doing?.... my breath is
tight in its throat



This day before dawn I ascended a hill and looked at the
            crowded heavens



Agonies are one of my changes of garments;
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels…. I
myself become the wounded person



Great are the myths […]
Great are the plunges and throes and triumphs and falls