I feel the need to talk about Baby Yoda. Only because everyone else is.
And when I say Baby Yoda, it’s really The Mandalorian I want to talk about.
(I don’t think this is a review of the show, but more of expression of my reaction to the show.)
Watching The Mandalorian reminds me of watching Kung-Fu, or The Fugitive, or even The Hulk, as a kid. Those were shows where the hero traveled from town to town getting in adventures, only to have to move on to the next town, leaving his new friends behind. All of these shows were fun, offered some basic morality lesson which reinforced society’s sense of making things right.
I do like the decision to release new episodes on Friday. That also makes me feel a little like a kid again; waiting to get home to watch the new show. Having all weekend to talk to my friends about it. X-Files was like that. (Game of Thrones I thought used Sunday nights well to it’s story telling. For most adults, Sunday night comes with the dread feeling of having to go back to work. Dread of coming events drove that show.)
And then there is Baby Yoda. Or as I just found out, is called “The Child” by Disney when describing the show. It is kind of like icing on the Star Wars cake. I really don’t feel the need to pile on, as others have done a much better job than me talking about him.
What I will say is that the to characters really aren’t very original. It the “Man with No Name” protecting a baby, and did we all not see it coming. Yet, here we and we pretty much love it. And that is what makes me say that there is nothing wrong with just being entertaining from time to time.
