I have a confession to make. No, I’m not going to admit I have a drinking
problem. I’m still quite a few hangovers away from going that far. This is a
bit more important than that. So here it is. I’m a Star Wars fan. I’ll let that
sink in for a moment. It’s true. I love Star Wars. Amazingly, the concept of
Galactic Empires, light sabers, Jedi Knights, and Princess Leia in a chain
bikini appeals to a guy like me. I’ve seen every movie, including the shitty
prequels. I’ve endured Jar Jar and Hayden Christanson. And I’m damn proud of
it. So I’m just as proud to finally have a chance to review a Star Wars comic.
I’m usually not on board whenever some massive media conglomerate seeks to
further their goals of media domination by acquiring new properties, but I made
a rare exception for Disney acquiring Star Wars. And it’s not just that they
couldn’t possibly make a worse movie than The Phantom Menace. It meant that
Star Wars would now be under the same umbrella as Marvel Comics. That meant the
fine folks at Marvel that keep finding new ways to make killer robots and evil
space titans awesome now has the ability to impart that awesome into Star Wars.
That’s not to say Dark Horse didn’t do their share of awesome when they had the
license, but Marvel now has the keys to the hearts of millions of galactic
level nerds. I pray that the Force won’t let them fuck it up.
Star Wars #1
is the first in a new era of Star Wars comics under Marvel’s wings. And if they
can make a space epic involving a raccoon and a talking tree awesome, then they
sure as hell should be able to make Star Wars awesome.
The first step in this process is to set the story up in a way that will
ensure Storm Troopers start getting shot as soon as possible. This story does
just that by introducing Cymoon, a part of the Corellian Industrial Cluster. It
is basically the Empire’s version of Detroit before it went to hell, minus the
rap stars and the shitty football team. It’s full of Star Destroyers and Tie
Fighters so that means there are many targets worth shooting here. And someone
is stupid and/or brave enough to willingly visit here knowing Darth Vader is
still probably pissed off about losing the Death Star.
Just who could that someone be? How about Han fucking Solo. He’s already on
Darth Vader’s shit list and the shit list of pretty much everyone who does
business with Jabba the Hut. So in that sense I wouldn’t call him stupid. I
would just say he’s a billion or so parsecs beyond giving a fuck.
He arrives aboard a transport ship, accompanied by two oddly masked individuals,
to greet a typical Empire douche-bag named Overseer Aggadeen. He’s supposedly
there on behalf of Jabba, even though one of the Empire’s goons note that he’s
got a bounty on his head. For some reason, Overseer Aggadeen isn’t too worried
about that. He’s either got the ego of Donald Trump, minus the shitty hair, or
he knows how these negotiations are going to pan out. But his ego can’t be that
huge because he demands that Han and his masked escorts turn their blasters
over, which they do willingly.
At this point, it’s revealed that these aren’t the sort of negotiations that
involve trade federations and gungans. Han also seems to know how these
negotiations will pan out because he’s already got Chewbacca keeping an eye on
them from afar with a rifle, just in case they disagree on who should be shot
first. It’s abundantly clear that this shit isn’t going to involve senate
hearings or political intrigue. Somebody is going to get shot by the end of
this so those who hated the prequels can breathe a sigh of relief.

Han and Overseer Aggadeen at least try to keep things civil at first. The
enter a factory where rows upon rows of droids toil away making Empire weapons.
It’s basically one of those places that’s just begging to get blown up. And
Overseer Aggadeen just keeps giving more reasons when he proves to be about as
reasonable as John Boehner in negotiations. His terms are simple. A negotiator
will arrive shortly, give Han the terms, and he will accept them on behalf of
Jabba without question, regardless of how much it pisses Jabba off. Han might
as well be negotiating with the IRS. But unlike the IRS, the Empire can’t be
fought with lawyers and bribes.

This is where negotiations end and the shooting begins to the surprise of
nobody in the galaxy. There will be no Han or Greedo moments here. It’s
actually R2-D2 who fires the first shot in the form of lighter fluid that takes
out a couple of Storm Troopers. Han and his escorts take care of the rest. It’s
an effective first attack, but Overseer Aggadeen looks about as shocked anybody
who just got the news that Charlie Sheen had been arrested again.
There’s also the issue of those masked escorts of his. They’re not actually
hired thugs from Jabba. He’s too cheap to give anyone protection in a business
deal. It’s actually Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia. Again, this should
surprise anyone about as much as the ending to the last three Sylvester
Stallone movies. It’s enough of an “Oh fuck!” moment to make Overseer Aggadeen
point them in the direction of the core. So instead of getting shot, he just
gets decked by Princess Leia. There are worse ways to lose a battle I suppose.
There’s no shame in getting decked by a woman who looks hot in a metal bikini.

Now that they don’t have to carry on any of this negotiation bullshit, the
crew makes their way through the factory towards the core, thanks to the
generous contributions of the overseer. They coordinate with C-3PO, who stayed
behind in the Millennium Falcon since he’s way too much of a pussy, even for
negotiations. He’s supposed to keep the ship hidden in a junk yard and on
standby until they’re ready to make their epic escape. It worked for the Death
Star. Why can’t it work for a simple factory? They’re able to find the core
easily and hope they can just get ready for the fireworks. That still depends
on the Empire being lazy and inept.

While certain empires throughout history have shown a tendency to be lazy
and inept, the Galactic Empire isn’t one of them. Han and Leia go to work on
setting the core to blow, but Luke’s Jedi senses pick up on an unexpected
complication. Even though the Empire has a legion of droids at their disposal,
they also have slaves. They just don’t get the same satisfaction shooting a
droid as they do shooting a slave. Go figure.
Luke finds them and encounters a lone guard who looks like an out-of-shape
version of Jonah Hill. It gives Luke an opportunity to use his light saber to
cut the guard’s hand off and free the slaves. He doesn’t stick around to
torment the guard Django Unchained style. He understands the value of disgruntled
slaves to the Rebel cause. It’s a very Jedi thing to do and it gives the Rebels
some much needed manpower. It’s one thing to fight an Empire to blow up
planets, but it helps to show that it’s still capable of old fashioned
douche-baggery like keeping slaves and abusing them.
It promises to make for a much more crowded ship, but Han and Leia just finished
wiring the core to blow so they don’t have time to discuss who will bunk with
who and who gets priority over the bathroom on the ship. There’s even a nice
moment between Han and Leia where Leia points out he’s not nearly the
douche-bag he was when she first met him. She’s still not at the point where
she’s taking the lock off her panties, but it’s a promising sign.

There’s just one major complication in their way now. Remember how the
Overseer wasn’t all that worried about Han’s reputation and didn’t look all
that surprised when he turned against them? Well, that’s probably because he
knew he had backup coming. And aside from maybe an army of Terminators and
ninjas, Darth Vader is as good as it gets. It turns out he was the negotiator
that Overseer Aggadeen was talking about. But Darth Vader is a negotiator in
the same way Ted Nugant is an animal rights activist. Nobody ever intended to
do any negotiating here. Trade federations need not apply.

As soon as Han, Luke, and Leia get word that big bad Vader is on the scene,
they know the shit is in the process of hitting the fan. Leia jumps at the
chance to order Chewbacca to take him out. He tries to shoot him, but he might
as well be throwing stuffed kittens at him. This is fucking Darth Vader. Nobody’s
going to take him out in a way that Oliver Stone can make a shitty conspiracy
movie out of. He’s got a light saber and he knows how to use it. He also has
the force and plenty of expendable Storm Troopers that aren’t good for much
else aside from human shields. I’m sure Vader would be yawning if he weren’t
wearing his badass mask.

Chewy still attempts to take him out, but Darth Vader isn’t in the mood for
dodge ball. He uses the Force to send Chewy on the run, throwing even more shit
into the fan in the process. Vader then learns that the reactor has been
overloaded and this place is about to get the Death Star treatment. He orders
his troops accordingly, but he also senses that Luke is present. Since this is
before the big reveal in Empire Strikes Back, he just sees him as the little
shit who destroyed his Death Star. Even if he does know the truth, he’s ready
to give his son a good spanking.

Now Han, Luke, and Leia are in an Imperial shit storm, complete with Darth
Vader and the promise of a big fucking explosion. Some Star Wars fans may need
to slow down at this point so that their throbbing erection can settle down.
But the pace of the action does not let up, nor do additional complications to
this growing clusterfuck of a mission. C-3PO, everybody’s favorite robot
coward, has to get the Millennium Falcon going, but some creatures have decided
to attack the ship that they think is just another piece of junk and not some
ship that made the Kessel run in under 12 parsecs. That means even C-3PO has to
get in on the action, meaning they’re way more screwed than they thought.
While C-3PO has to channel his inner Han Solo, the rest of the crew has to fight
off Storm Troopers and protect slaves in a factory that’s about to go boom. In
other words, this is just another day at the office for them. Leia is not happy
with these tactics and lets Han know there’s another lock on her panties at
this point, but he’s not overly discouraged. He’s got two more sequels to pick
those locks. And luckily for them, they find a few AT-ATs to help clear the
way. It’s like James Bond finding a tank. It’s still a shit storm, but at least
they’ll get to throw their own shit into the mix.

The only remaining complication is Luke. In the same way Darth Vader sensed
him, Luke sensed Darth Vader as well. He’s still young and doesn’t know the
truth. He just knows this guy as the shit that murdered his father and Obi Wan
Kanobi. That’s all the incentive he needs to pick a fight with him. Sure, he’s
overmatched. Sure, he’s not even close to being ready and would lose way more
than a hand if he tried. But that’s exactly what makes the moment so fucking
satisfying. For those who still have a throbbing erection, now might be a good
time to take a cold shower or call a doctor.

This book feels like the kind of Star Wars comic that fans like me have been
waiting for since the Regan administration. It’s a perfectly crafted, perfectly
paced continuation of Episode 4. It’s like as soon as Han, Luke, and Chewy got
their metals for destroying the Death Star, they turned around and said, “That
was fun. Now let’s get back to kicking some Empire ass!” It warms my heart in
ways that usually takes an inordinate amount of blow or Jack Daniels to match.
It couldn’t have been more awesome without Princess Leia being in a chain mail
bikini.
A big part of what makes the Star Wars movies so successful is its ability
to use classic themes and present them in a way that involves aliens, Storm
Troopers, and lovable robots. This comic doesn’t attempt to change that
formula. It doesn’t attempt to do more than the movies and why not? That’s like
asking Pamela Anderson to get another boob job. It would be redundant at this
point. The only real drawback here is that those not familiar with Star Wars
may be a bit lost, but that crowd has no excuses. Star Wars has been around
since disco and qualudes were still popular. Anyone who enjoyed those movies
will find something to enjoy about this comic. The Force is undoubtably strong
Star Wars #1. Marvel did everything it could to not fuck it up and, much to the
delight of their Disney overlords, they succeeded. I give this book a 9 out of
10 and my highest recommendation. There’s no need for the Jedi mind trick. This
comic is awesome enough on its own. Only douche-bags and ardent Star Trek fans
will find something to complain about here. Nuff said!