For years I suspected I had imagined this -- that it was some weird childhood hallucination. It was not. This is gloriously, hilariously bad: somehow they managed to bring in the central cast of the original movie, yet the picture itself is directed -- I do not exaggerate -- on the Ed Wood level. It's over 90 minutes long, with much padding devoted to, for example, domestic life among the wookies (there is a long sequence of Chewbacca's wife watching a cooking show) -- and, in what is surely one of the most disturbing sequences ever aired on television, some asexual virtual-reality wookie porn.
I thought I was going to be able to get through it without hitting fast-forward, but then Bea Arthur started singing...
I thought I was going to be able to get through it without hitting fast-forward, but then Bea Arthur started singing...