Review: Star Wars: The Clone Wars

If you have mixed feelings about animated Star Wars, then I recommend you do not begin with Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Start with Star Wars Rebels—the animation is better and the storytelling is a little tighter. I am not saying that I dislike The Clone Wars, but I never would have watched it without being sucked into the animated show world by Rebels. That being said, if you haven’t watched The Clone Wars, you have been depriving yourself. Even if you hated the prequels, which I pretty much did, you might like this show.

One of the biggest flaws of Episode II is that the two armies were basically faceless. Hundreds of identical droids go up against hundreds of faceless, nameless clones. I had no emotional investment in the Battle of Geonosis, even with the Jedi and clones there. It was basically humdrum. “Oh, no,” you think sarcastically, as a clone dies, “not…faceless dude number 327.” The Jedi there are largely uninteresting also, because we know none of them, really. Oh, and let’s not forget the unbelievable and forced relationship between Anakin and Padme.

So, for as many things as there are to dislike about Episode II, there are as many things to like about the show The Clone Wars.

The most notable thing the show does is give the faceless, nameless clones faces and names. You begin to develop a sense of their humanity, and how each one has a personality all their own. By the time you reach one of my favorite story arcs, the arc set on the shadow world of Umbara, you genuinely care about the clones—even the one whose names you never learn. You also see that the clones get tattoos and different haircuts as expressions of their individuality. You begin to feel the weight of the war—people are dying. Individual, real people, not just stupid redundant clones, are dying. You realize that the clones are basically genetically engineered war slaves. And before you know it, you’re invested. The war now has meaning for you as an audience member in a way that Episode II could never make it.

The different Jedi all get a little more attention, too. You start to develop favorites and loyalties the more you watch the show. The Jedi who get the most development, of course, are Obi-wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, and Anakin’s Padawan learner, Ahsoka Tano.

Oh, my. Ahsoka Tano. Where to begin? I hate her for most of seasons one and two. She is a precocious snot and calls Anakin “Skyguy.” It makes me die a little inside every time she does. I think that the writers were trying way too hard to make Ahsoka this super cool character that young audience members could identify with, and they kind of overdid it—sort of the “Wesley Crusher effect,” for those who know about Star Trek: The Next Generation. By the third season, though, I actually started to like her. She has a cool character design, and her character does get more complex and we see her face real dilemmas.

Obi-wan and Anakin are well done in this show. You see the camaraderie that actually makes Obi-wan’s cry of “You were my brother!” in Episode III believable. You learn a lot more about Obi-wan’s history, but the person who gets the best development is Anakin. We also see him slowly edging toward the dark side as the war progresses, making what seems like an overly sudden flip in Episode III a great deal more believable. You also actually learn to like him. Yeah, he’s cocky, but it comes across a lot less obnoxiously in the show than in the movies. What you do see is someone who is fiercely loyal—to a point where it is a flaw—and surprisingly compassionate. You also see, however, how all of his loyalty and compassion start dragging him the wrong direction—where loyalty and such becomes more important than doing the right thing. It is interesting to watch.

Another thing that the show tries to do is redeem Anakin and Padme’s relationship. While I can’t for the life of me understand why Padme fell for him in the first place, I understand his character a little more. Loving as he is, Anakin is jealous and possessive, to the point where it’s almost semi-abusive. I say semi-abusive because his abusiveness comes in the form of being a control freak when it comes to Padme talking to other men. It makes his switch to the dark side more believable—it’s just a more extreme manifestation of what is already there. How can so much love and evil dwell together in one being? This is a question the show posits and tries to address. In my opinion, Anakin is a loving person with attachment issues, which can happen to children with difficult early years. I’ve known of men with attachment disorders who couldn’t handle anyone giving their girlfriend a compliment, so Anakin’s behavior over Padme is believable. The fact that the Jedi stress the idea of not having attachments clashes strongly with Anakin’s propensity for forming them—and if he does in fact have an attachment disorder, you can see why somebody telling him that attachments are bad might lead him to say, “From my point of view, the Jedi are evil.”

So, these are all positive things about the show. But it has a lot of issues. It can’t fix Jar Jar, no matter how hard it tries. I will hate Jar Jar forever. It also has way too many droid-centered episodes, such as ones about R2D2 and C3P0. (I hate Threepio.) These episodes are usually obnoxious and uninteresting to me. There are also a few episodes with political storylines, which, while interesting, are slow-paced and not always my favorite. Still, at least they help make the war more believable and show things from both sides. The droid excursion episodes are pointless.

Another major issue is that the show does not air in chronological order, which gets really confusing sometimes. The story arcs are all cohesive, of course, but sometimes a story arc will take place with a character who is already dead in an earlier episode of the show. It threw me for a huge loop, but eventually you get used to it. I can’t for the life of me figure out why they presented the show this way, but whatever. It’s not so bad that you can’t follow it.

Overall, I give the show 3 1/2 stars. Is this show a must-watch? No, but it is entertaining, and it almost redeems the prequel trilogy—so well that you might as well ditch the prequels and just watch the show. I do recommend it.

Have you seen The Clone Wars? What are your thoughts on the show? Share in the comments.


Star Wars: The Clone Wars picture taken of my own personal copy of the DVD set, used for editorial/review purposes only.

Flash Fiction Friday: The Seventh Cold

Arnold stood behind the helm of the ship, staring out into the void in front of him. Everything in this part of space was black—some trick of the dense nebula that sucked light out of the surroundings like a greedy black hole, yet there were no gravitational effects. No one had, as of yet, been able to understand the physics behind it, despite the best scientific minds of the day running endless calculations.

The physics of it, however, were of little concern to the majority of people who lived on the thirteen planets that surrounded the great expanse, and they were of little concern to Arnold, who had a shipment to deliver to the planet of Georgia. Tapping his foot, he glanced at the ship’s chronometer, which displayed both the time dilation relative time as well as Zulu time for the planets. A tight schedule ruled him now, as the ship had been delayed from departing Providence space port due to a suspicious customs agent.

“We’re about to enter the Seventh Cold, sir,” the helmsman said, his voice edgy.

Arnold rolled his eyes. “‘The Seventh Cold.’ Don’t tell me you buy into the superstitions, Rubio.”

Rubio gave a nervous grin. “Every pilot does. You’re the only captain I’ve worked with who ignores them.”

“If we hadn’t been so badly caught up in customs, we’d have time to avoid your superstition zone. But that’s not a luxury we have today. Shortest distance between two points is a straight line, and that’s what we’re sticking with.”

Chauntelle, the enthusiastic young woman at navigation, looked up from a computer screen full of trigonometry and constellation charts. “Why do they even call it that, anyway?”

“You ever read Dante’s Inferno?” Rubio said.

“No. Ancient Earth Lit was never my forte.”

“The seventh level of hell is frozen in ice, where the Devil himself sits, holding traitors in his mouth. They say that only traitors get caught up in the center of the nebula—so it’s like the seventh level of hell. And it’s cold in space anyway, but the temp in the center is as close to absolute zero as science has ever seen. Hence, the Seventh Cold.”

Arnold shook his head.“It’s the ninth level of hell, not the seventh. And speaking of science, the idea that a nebula can determine someone’s character is ridiculous.”

“Well, it’s not the nebula. It’s what lives in the nebula.”

“Which is, presumably, the Devil himself.”

“You got a better explanation as to why the stars won’t shine here?”

“I don’t care about any explanation. All I care about is we get our shipment delivered and we get paid. If it’s hell you’re worried about, Rubio, you should be worried about the buyer.”

“But—”

“And don’t worry—I don’t hire any traitors, so we’ll all be safe from the Devil.”

A jolt rocked through the ship, nearly knocking Arnold over. Time dilation on the ship’s chronometer slipped down to zero.

“Arnold, we’ve fallen sub-light!” Rubio called. “We’re losing speed.”

“And we’ve been knocked off course,” Chauntelle added.

Arnold threw his hands up in the air. “Well, what the hell happened?”

“I wouldn’t use that word—not here,” Rubio said.

“I said, what the hell happened? We’ve got a shipment to deliver—”

“We’ve come to a complete stop. I can’t get the ship to move at all.”

Arnold cursed. He did not have time for this. He could not afford to be late. Not for this buyer. He glanced over at the chronometer again, only to jump when his eyes fell on it. It had stopped. The seconds had ceased ticking by, and ice crystals crept around its edges.

“What the hell is happening here?” Arnold said, taking a step back.

“Don’t use that word!” Rubio shouted.

The ship rocked again, this time throwing Arnold to his knees. He cursed again as he pushed himself up, glancing out the front viewport as he did.

Something moved, darker than the darkness itself.

His blood froze. “Turn on the external lights!”

Feeble, the lights barely penetrated more than a few inches across the hull of the ship’s nose.

But it was enough. Dozens and dozens of black tentacles crept across the bow, wrapping around the ship in a deadly embrace. The temperature inside the ship plummeted and ice crackled as it spread across the floors and ceiling.

A wave of fresh panic shot through Arnold as his thoughts flitted down to the cargo filled with hidden weapons contraband.

Of course he never hired traitors.

But that did not mean that he was not one.


“The Seventh Cold” copyright 2017 by A.L.S. Vossler.

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