It is astounding that, no matter from which way you try and see this, it's the same exact disappointing nonsense. There's nothing about this that is "good". There is no logic in any of these story beats. There's no originality or passion for the craft. There's no entertainment. There's no respect for the viewers. This is the most blatant attempt at a cash-grab I've seen in recent years. The worst is that, underneath it all, I can see the markings of morons who legitimately think that what they are delivering with this piece of trash, is actually entertaining. Picture that, and then bask in horror as you realise that such "creatives" have more money and prestige that we ever will. And what's worse, is we gave it to them!
But let us go through it. We have the cliche flashbacks which, after 2 episodes worth of "character building", just off Fatt's new family for "angry man points". This is usually called fridging, when they kill the woman/gf/daughter/whatever to put the MC on the path of righteous vengeance. This is not necessarily bad, it's just a plot device. The reason why it doesn't work here is because it's so... empty. A man's wife/mother/sister/daughter is killed, he gets changed. But this? This is contrived. Cliche. And worst of all passionless. I'm not sold in Fatt's investment in these people. Why would I? I didn't see any character building moments. Small instances of bonding. Oh, I understand the "idea", but I see not the execution. So right off the bat, we have the most boring of excuses to set a man on a certain path. What, is that all it took for a feared stone-cold killer to turn into a carebear? A moment of claustrophobia and a 2-week acid trip with smelly desert hobos? Boy, this screenwriting truly is out of this world.
Regardless, let's move on. We have "feared cyborgs" who turn out to be... delinquents in vespas. And how is it resolved? Oh, the mighty and fair, the wise and the strong, Booba Fatt, uses [Persuasion] and they just... go to work for him. Because they're a hardened gang of twerps. And oh, the very scary Fattso tells it like it is to the Store Owner Pig. Wow, truly, I am dazzled by this very unique scene and turn of events. So, we've established that his eyes are now open to the corruption of his... Crime Empire, and he shall bring fair wages to... the Vespa Thieves working for him. Truly, a scoundrel and a badass with a heart of gold, whose economic reforms will surely bring forth a Cultural Renaissance to Tattooine.
However, that was not even the worst bit. That was just the set-up. Now that we've established how good a man Booba Fatt is, we get his fight with his would be assassin. What will our mighty anti-hero MC do to defend himself? Nothing, apparently. He'll suffer no real injusries while being kicked around like a ragdoll, even though he needs BACTA after every minor scruffle, and just wait for the Scooby Gang and his Bodyguard(s) to save him. Truly, what I was in the mood for was watching Joe Rogan in his undies get kicked around by a space gorilla.
This is it. This the new and improved Booba. Joe Rogan running around a desert. Which is ultimately what this show is. It's a subpar Saturday Morning Cartoon with no logic, no merit, and filled to the brim with tired cliches and the most bland acting this side of the CW. This isn't "Star Wars Godfather". This isn't a fun pop culture piece of entertainment. No, it's an affront to taste everywhere. If someone tells me that they genuinely enjoy this, then I have no choice but to consider them the type of person who'd pay money for [Insert IP-Related Character] products, even if they came with 50% chance of anthrax.
I can take character progression. I can understand the notion of development. But this is not that. This is merely executive meddling. Booba Fatt sells toys, the Mandalorians sell toys. But in this climate, even our morally bankrupt anti-heroes and Hell, even villains, have to be cuddly, politically correct, streamlined, with no rough edges or genuine meaness in them. So, in an effort to sell more Booba Fatt toys, what did they do? Well, they turned him into a CareBear. No, he's literally a CareBear. He's got an army of multi-coloured kids around him. He coochie-coos with his pets. He frees his ASSASSINS of all things. Just... lets them go. Yes. This is the action of a "wise", "battle-hardened", "experienced", galactic bounty hunter and would be crime boss.
Look at it. Truly look at it. Embrace the absurdity. It's a 2.5 meter tall space gorilla (who's actually a dude in an ill-fitted costume) running on sand like a tard, while a green space pig (who's actually a dude in an ill-fitted costume), a fat boomer, a woman who dies inside every second, and Danny Trejo on top of a CGI carrier all look at him go. Just.. sitting there, starring at their prisoner be given his freedom. Because, as we've established, this Fatt is a man of second chances, and so he... lets him go. And he leaves. And the camera shows us this. This is what they want us to experience. This run of freedom. I wonder, does it make logical sense for a man in Fattso's position to act like that? Does it serve the story? Or, more accurately, is it just another cheap scene that exists to justify the toyetic character's continued existence? This is Star Wars. This is entertainment. Say it enough times and you may believe it...
Do you know what this show is? It's a basic RPG and we'll all just sitting here watching the player go through meaningless quests to level up and finish the Prologue's main quest. This is literally it. A hackjob done on a budget with no theme, no reason to exist, no consistency or structure, just a nonsensical piece of genuine trash put out by either brilliant grifters who laugh at us, or genuine tards whose general success depresses me for the state of the world. You know what hurts me the most? The fact that I'll be here next week, wasting more of my time on this because, ultimately, I have an addictive personality and my OCD will not let me miss "Stah Waz" even if every second wasted on this POS is one that brings me closer to the grave while giving me less satisfaction than applying cream on a bleeding cut... I'm watching these at 2.5x and I still lament the wasted time. But I'll keep doing it. Why? Because I have lost control of my life and I am just as sick as the consoooomers who delude themselves into finding some form of pleasure from it. And I wonder...
Ah well, it's just 20 minutes per week. If anything, maybe I should thank this show. It's making me so disgusted with pop culture that not only have I scrubbed anything non-Force related from my Star Wars Dolly Collection WishList, I'm actively crossing out names left and right. Is this what I am? An adult who spends 300€ per dolly from soulless franchises churned out by apathetic suits whose sole motive is to exploit morons like myself and make cash so that they can spend them on pleasure? Is this my pleasure? Plastic dollies of Booba Fattso and Max Reebo? Will getting Krantacious Karrxasran really bring me closer to fullfilling my dreams? Just what have I become?
It just... It's pathetic. Here we are, in ours computers, surrounded by our merch, discussing how awful this is, while the makers are laughing their way to the bank. Because SW will never die. Because we keep supporting it, one way or the other. Because the merch sells if it's cool, regardless of the quality of the source product itself. And they'll keep getting worse because they'll keep milking them, putting in the lowest effort and expecting the highest rewards. And the SW fans will keep supporting it. Because a lot of them are genuinely broken. I'm losing a fraction of my time. But think of the fact others are supporting this with their money. Subscriptions, bought merch. And so the brand continues its downfall to literal trash.
I'm not in the mood argue. I don't write these diatribes to go back on forth on a bloody show about a goofy fatso midget doing 2007 introductory WoW quests. I just like ranting. Drop a reaction or move on.
As for the ST, there really is no comparison. Those screwed up the lore. They were lazy in a lot of regards. But this is an entirely different kind of insult to the average person, let alone SW fan. I'll take the ST any day, all day, before a single second of this nonsense. What is astounding however, is that this gets such reactions from me when I literally couldn't care less about Boba or the Mandalorians or any other ********.
PS: You know what I'd have done? Scrapped this. Scrapped the Acolyte. Scrapped Shand. Then taken Ming-Na Wen, turned her into a Sith, and made a show about her being a MILF Sith Lady going around seducing horomonal teens to the Dark Side. 8 episodes. Rated-R. There, the money would flow...