The Star Wars Holiday Special aired in 1978 (when I was three months old), so I’ve obviously never seen it. However, like Vietnam or the Holocaust, I’ve long heard tales from survivors about how terrible it was. And judging by this five-
minute condensed version (via BuzzFeed), it would be tough to overstate its crappiness. Here are the first words of the video:
The Star Wars Holiday Special! Starring Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker! … Introducing Chewbacca’s family! … Beatrice Arthur! And Jefferson Starship!
YIKES. On the plus side, Harrison Ford is also in it, and the special ends with Princess Leia singing to Wookiees wearing choir robes. It’s traditional garb for them, I’m sure.
(By the way, I suspect that this video is the kind of thing Patton Oswalt was talking about in Wired Magazine when he bemoaned the Internet’s role in the destruction of geek culture – because it allows us to experience the awfulness of the Star Wars Holiday Special without wasting two hours of our time. And while Oswalt made some good points in his essay, two things stuck out at me: 1. He sounded like an old man. “Why, when I was a boy, we had to EARN our geekdom the HARD WAY. Kids these days! With their Internet and Wikipedia!” And 2. He completely overestimates the spread of Internet culture and its supposed destruction of American otaku. My girlfriend and I were Kick-Ass and Hit Girl for Halloween, and NOT ONE PERSON at the party we went to — in hipster-ass Williamsburg, Brooklyn, of all places — had any idea who we were. Every time I wear my Three Moon Keyboard Cat t-shirt, I get twenty weird looks for every time someone says, “Haha, Keyboard Cat!” So spare me the whole “There are no more hidden thought-palaces” BS. The Internet IS a hidden thought-palace.)



Wait a second, the post says “By: Matt”, but it mentions something about a girlfriend. There must be a mistake here.
/was 7 in 1978, don’t remember seeing this
UU, I am assuming it’s an imaginary girlfriend. Let’s just play along.
I know. You’d be shocked how rarely the pickup line, “Hello, I’m Danger Guerrero, the occasional Warming Glow fill-in blogger,” works.
Hey no kidding? I was 2.
Pizza party!
Guys, I can attest that Matt’s girlfriend is very real. She’s from Canada, though. You wouldn’t know her.
This lacks f*ck you qualities of the 1976 Paul Lynde Halloween Special. You want to see the full hour of that one, I think Kiss played three songs.
MARK HAMMILL as Nathan Detroit! PEPPER STEAK as the entree!
Wilhelm scream!
It was her work on this very project that launched Carrie Fisher into 20 odd years of hard drinkin’ and drugggin’. Just trying to wash away the memories of Life Day and those god-awful robes.
I know taking a post seriously is a faux pas here, but I can’t help myself. I think you missed Oswalt’s point. It isn’t that there won’t be obscure things in the future. It’s that people won’t have to deeply invest in them. We go from private thought palaces to a public thought strip mall the size of Texas. There will be variety, but without depth.
But yeah, that is totally a back-in-my-day argument about the kids of today.
Holy crap, I am going to have nightmares about Chewbacca’s relatives. Just WTF was that supposed to be?
I was eleven when this aired. It scared me; thanks for the memories.
Actually I think it painfully demarked in my young mind the difference between ‘major motion picture’ and ‘random shit on TV’.
Saw a boot leg version of this video in 93′ it should have been used as a “just say no” to drugs campaign. I tried to look away but I couldn’t.