A Thousand Stars: Episode V, Part 42
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matrilAfter a brief interlude with our other heroes, showing Leia and company's narrow escape thanks to Artoo, we come to the final segment of Luke and Vader's duel on a lonely perilous walkway. Having enacted a physical browbeating, the dark lord adds a verbal assault. You are beaten. Don't let yourself be destroyed as Obi-Wan did.
Luke stubbornly resists, but it doesn't last long. It's hard to put up a fight when you've lost your hand along with your weapon.
All of Vader's ploys and traps and tactics have led up to this point. To make Luke utterly broken and helpless. Bereft of power. And then to offer him, as he sees it, the only true power. The power that has sustained him ever since his own fall into despair and darkness. Join me. Look at his terrifying visage, shot from a low angle to make him all the more imposing. Look at Luke, crawling determinedly as far away as possible. Then Vader delivers the most brutal blow of all. I am your father.
Luke moves rapidly through denial and anguish, then fury. If there wasn't truth in it, he wouldn't feel it so fiercely and painfully. And if it's true, then...what is left for him? Come with me, Vader insists with outstretched fist. It is the only way.
But at some point in this harrowing moment, Luke's thoughts begin to shift. You can see it in his face. The despair recedes, the fear replaced by an unexpected resolve.
He lets go.
Even after seeing this scene well over a hundred times, I can't say for sure what Luke is expecting. Does he plan on guiding his fall toward a comparatively safe place that can slow his acceleration? Does he know that such a place even exists? Or is he literally letting go of all control, come what may, even death? I've got to say, this doesn't have the look of someone with deliberate control. But it also doesn't look like a suicidal pose. It's just...letting go. Not fighting back, yet not joining evil either. A third choice that Vader never considered. This is foreshadowing, by the way. Luke's path to victory is plainly marked from this point onward. And victory doesn't look like what we think it might.
Next time, a bit of psychic bonding...
Luke stubbornly resists, but it doesn't last long. It's hard to put up a fight when you've lost your hand along with your weapon.
All of Vader's ploys and traps and tactics have led up to this point. To make Luke utterly broken and helpless. Bereft of power. And then to offer him, as he sees it, the only true power. The power that has sustained him ever since his own fall into despair and darkness. Join me. Look at his terrifying visage, shot from a low angle to make him all the more imposing. Look at Luke, crawling determinedly as far away as possible. Then Vader delivers the most brutal blow of all. I am your father.
Luke moves rapidly through denial and anguish, then fury. If there wasn't truth in it, he wouldn't feel it so fiercely and painfully. And if it's true, then...what is left for him? Come with me, Vader insists with outstretched fist. It is the only way.
But at some point in this harrowing moment, Luke's thoughts begin to shift. You can see it in his face. The despair recedes, the fear replaced by an unexpected resolve.
He lets go.
Even after seeing this scene well over a hundred times, I can't say for sure what Luke is expecting. Does he plan on guiding his fall toward a comparatively safe place that can slow his acceleration? Does he know that such a place even exists? Or is he literally letting go of all control, come what may, even death? I've got to say, this doesn't have the look of someone with deliberate control. But it also doesn't look like a suicidal pose. It's just...letting go. Not fighting back, yet not joining evil either. A third choice that Vader never considered. This is foreshadowing, by the way. Luke's path to victory is plainly marked from this point onward. And victory doesn't look like what we think it might.
Next time, a bit of psychic bonding...
