SSince the immensity of the Star Wars saga has stretched even further into infinity, forward into the future and backward into early history and sideways in character studies of individual characters, since the saga of the Jedis and the dark side of their power in feature films and series is painted more and more, the galaxy has become closer to life, somehow more everyday: Technical questions are asked and answered (who constructed the fascist empire’s ominous Death Star, where does the fuel for the spaceships come from, who does the recycling?), the domestic Environments of astronauts are illuminated (how do they live, how do they pay their rent, do they take drugs?) – and where George Lucas, who dreamed up “Star Wars” in the mid-1970s, reveled in the sterility of the designs at times, no Sweat, no dirt, just aura: these new stories have brought space to life in a different way. One would almost like to say made more authentic – but what’s supposed to be authentic about an invented saga patched together from old material from Wagner to Tolkien to Morricone?
