Since I’m about to post the final episode of my One-Woman Star Wars (it should be finished by Monday or Tuesday at the latest) I figured I might offer a little retrospective on this project that has consumed over a year of my life. I’ve learned a lot from creating this massive fan work — about myself, about filmmaking, and about the original movies that were the subject of my silly tribute.
First off, I learned that my obsession knows no bounds. I already knew that I tend to throw myself into projects whole-heartedly (like the time I put the
entire Star Wars saga to the music of Les Miserables) and can’t seem to rest until the thing is finished. But this was new levels of obsession. Each movie required several months of work, and even though I did most of the filming and editing while my kids were at school, there were days when I just couldn’t bring myself to stop until I was done with that particular bunch of footage. I have no sense of moderation. I took the summer off after making the first episode because my kids were at home more, but other than that I could barely stand to wait more than a month or so before diving into the next one. It would have been perfectly reasonable to take my time. There was no deadline. No avid fans waiting eagerly for the next installment. There was no external pressure. Just me and my crazed drive to finish.
I also discovered that when I am putting so much of my creative energies into one thing, there isn’t much left for anything else. Since I started writing novels, I’ve written at least one every year. Until now. I haven’t written a new novel since the beginning of 2017. And I’ve tried. I’ve started drafts of several different books, but I haven’t been able to finish a single one. I can only hope that this unusually long dry spell will end once I’ve stopped pouring myself into these movies. I’ve at least tried to keep my writing skills sharpened with my regular blog posts every week.
Well, writing has always been my primary creative outlet, but this project has given me the chance to try out a lot of different areas of creativity. Acting, costuming, hair and make-up; drawing scenery and aliens and droids and spaceships; performing and syncing up music; creating sound effects; editing footage. I’m not amazing at any of those things, but I sure had fun playing around with them.
The costumes in particular were an interesting undertaking, because I only had to find something that worked from the waist up. Most of my footage was shot while I was sitting down (partly because the backdrop was too short for me to stand in front of it, and partly because long shots would make it much more obvious that there was only one person in the scene, showing me talking to empty space instead of another character!) Even so, there were some costumes (ahem, Padmé) that really challenged me. Obviously I knew they would never be perfect; I just needed a decent color match and the general evocation of each costume. And yet, being a perfectionist, I ended up putting tons of work into costumes that had mere minutes of screen-time. Here are just a few of my favorites. I’m quite proud of myself for getting my actual hair to resemble Leia’s famous buns. It took a lot of teasing to get enough volume for those enormous things, let me tell you!






Of course it wasn’t always fun. I had some truly tremendous tantrums. Whenever I discovered, after ten minutes of acting my little heart out, that the footage was blurry and unusable. Or when I ran out of storage memory on my computer (resolved by getting an external hard drive). Or when iMovie crashed for the tenth time, because it’s not really intended for editing something over an hour long consisting of hundreds of one- or two-second clips. And there was considerable discomfort in having to work with my goofy acting face over and over and over again. I am very self-conscious about my appearance. I took on this endeavor, in part, to force myself to confront that. I deliberately didn’t wait until I’m finished with my braces, because I knew I’d always find some excuse not to put my face out there. If hundreds of people (okay, maybe dozens…maybe ten?) see my face in all its ridiculous contortions and the world doesn’t end, then maybe I can just get over my self-consciousness.
On to the next point. Guess what? Making movies is hard work! Well, sure. I never doubted that. But it was interesting to get a glimpse of the nitty gritty details, even in a silly amateur project like this one. Films really are made in the editing process. Of course that’s especially true for movies with one person playing every single part, requiring each character’s scenes to be shot separately and then spliced together. But even with normal footage, there is a special kind of storytelling that comes alive in the editing. Choices like long shots versus close-ups; focusing on different characters’ faces; longer or shorter pauses between lines of dialogue; lingering on wordless moments; transitions between scenes…all of these tiny things make the difference between a sloppy mess of footage and a coherent, meaningful movie. And even though I was just following the choices that were already made by real filmmakers, even though I was creating something deeply silly and cheap, I had some truly proud moments when I was able to make something work through the magic of editing. I don’t know what kind of filmmaking projects I’ll embark on in the future, if any, but my interest has definitely been piqued.
Finally, my respect for George Lucas as a filmmaker has multiplied considerably. And that’s saying something, considering how fanatically I have always loved the Star Wars movies. I embarked on this project for a number of reasons — as already mentioned, I wanted to do something ridiculously daring and put myself out there unselfconsciously. I wanted to try something a little more challenging in terms of fanworks and moviemaking. But most of all, it was about my love for Star Wars.
I’ve struggled recently with how I approach my fandom because I dislike very much what Disney has done with the franchise. And I really, really, don’t want to succumb to negativity and hate. If I dwell too much on what the Disney canon has made of my beloved characters, I get angry and resentful and depressed. I’ve seen the basher side of things. It’s ugly, to put it mildly. So I determined to focus all the more strongly on what I love about the six movies of the saga. And boy, I really got focused. The intensity of my fandom tends to come in waves. It was quite high during the years when the prequels were coming out, tons of fan fic and online discussion. Then it waned. I still adored the movies, but my fangirling was semi-dormant. Then Disney bought the company, fandom wars intensified, and I planted my feet in the ground and said, “Oh, I’m a Star Wars fan. I’m the greatest, craziest one you’ve ever seen.”
This was partly deliberate and partly a knee-jerk reaction. I certainly didn’t expect to put quite this many hours into fan-works over these last few years (in addition to One-Woman Star Wars and Les Starwarbles, I’ve also made
fan vids and written piles of fan fiction and countless essays analyzing various aspects of the films). But here I am, with no sign of this current wave waning any time soon. And creating this absurd tribute has only heightened my appreciation for Lucas’s artistry. As I re-watched scene after scene in order to imitate them, I noted details I never had before, little touches and nuances that really impressed me. The visual and thematic parallels from one film to the next are fascinating. As just one example, consider how both Jar Jar and Chewbacca are tempted by dangling animal meat, which leads their group into trouble…but ultimately brings them into a crucial alliance without which victory would have been impossible.
I’ve particularly enjoyed recreating the structure of Return of the Jedi. It was released in 1983, two years after I was born, so I have no memory of seeing it for the first time. I always knew that the Emperor had planned a trap for the Rebels. But making my one-woman version has given me the chance to see it with fresh eyes, to recognize how cleverly each plot point is established and developed. The Alliance lays out their plans. It’s a long shot, but with the Emperor himself on the Death Star, they have a real chance at bringing down the Empire for good. Then the strike team infiltrates the installation on Endor, but Vader knows? And the Emperor isn’t bothered at all? Things are becoming increasingly unsettling, until at last, just as the strike team breaks into the bunker and seems on the verge of victory, the Emperor reveals the whole truth to Luke.
This was his plan all along. He didn’t make any mistakes. He allowed the spies to find out just enough information to tempt the Rebellion into coming. The scene with the fleet coming out of hyperspace is an incredible, incredible example of heightening action and emotion. As Lando realizes the Empire knew they were coming; as they pull away from the Death Star, as they sight the enemy ships and Ackbar utters his famous line — the music reaches a wild crescendo (John Williams is, as always, an unparalleled genius) and we’re all on the edges of our seats and wow, I’ve probably watched it a hundred times and it’s still exciting to me.
There are plenty more examples like this, far beyond the scope of this particular post, but it’s enough to acknowledge that I’m truly in awe of how well-made these movies are. It was fun to pretend to be a filmmaker for a little while so I can better appreciate what the real filmmakers do. I spent a year and a lot of effort, energy and creative power on something that will yield very little external reward, but what I said at the end of the first episode is still true. I regret nothing. May the Force be with you all!
Playlist for One-Woman Star Wars, soon to have all six movies!