Race relations in the Wright Household
My eight-year-old blonde, blue-eyed son is downstairs playing light sabre battles with his little brother. He insists he is Mace Windu.
You see, litte kids don’t care what color someone is: they only care about how cool he is.
The Mace Windu Orville has seen is only the one from the Genndy Tarkovsky’s CLONE WARS cartoons, where Mace Windu was totally cool, able to beat up robots with his fist, or shatter whole platoons just with his mind powers. The wimp who gets blindsided by whiney teen Jedi Anakin is not the real Mace Windu, in my opinion. The evil cyborg General in the cartoon was deadly; the one in the movie was comedy relief. They should have just gotten Genndy T to do the whole third movie, come to think of it. As it is, I cannot shake this feeling that CLONE WARS should have a conclusion; and I have to remind myself that ROTS was supposed to be the conclusion.