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Between 1977 and 1983 George Lucas stunned the world with three masterpiece films. Each film was a multi-layered piece of art with each layer a work of beauty. We all believed George Lucas was a true visionary, a man to take the film industry in a new and unique direction, a man who would wield special FX to tell new and exciting stories…
The year is 1999, the fears surrounding Y2K were in full swing. We were wrong to fear Y2K and we were wrong to not fear The Phantom Menace. The Phantom Menace is a disaster of a film from its opening sequence to its relief inducing credit sequence. We trusted George Lucas to deliver us a new and exciting story with modern special FX. Our faith it seems was misplaced, and questions were starting to be asked as to how such an abomination could ever be created. However, some maintained the faith not prepared to face the truth…
The year is 2002, like a battered spouse we returned to the well of misery ready to fill our buckets with disappointment. Even our worst fears were exceeded by the worst movie of all time: Attack of the Clones. Truly one of the most depressing movies of all time, as each minute passes you feel your soul stretched and distorted. Each minute is a lifetime that stretches for eternity. The incoherent plot, the awful special FX and the lifeless directing from George Lucas is the Holy Trinity of awful. Indeed, such evil can only be pre-meditated as such evil cannot arise by accident. Our trip down the river Styx was not over…
The year is 2005, like a prisoner of Azkaban we are begging for the killing blow. Only the most ardent George Lucas faithful remain hopeful, the rest of us watch the Revenge of the Sith with a morbid curiosity. We endure the final 146 minutes of agony, we endure the 146 minutes of deplorable storytelling, we endure the final killing blow of our beloved franchise, we endure because George Lucas cannot win. By now, we had come to the realisation that it was the people around George Lucas that made the original movies great, the people that challenged his ideas led to the creation of three masterpieces.
The year is 2012, a man who liked to be called ‘Boss’ arrived at Fremantle. He soon transformed the team into a winning machine. He created a cult of personality and his believers thought he was the man to lead us to the promised land of premierships. He took an underperforming rabble passed the expectations of the footballing community. Ross Lyon had arrived…
Between 2013 and 2015 Fremantle made multiple attempts to climb the Premiership mountain. Each time they were defeated by their own worst enemy: themselves. By 2015 the Ross Lyon cult had grown and reason had been displaced by blind loyalty. Armed with their keyboards they were prepared to fight rationalists on the beaches, in the streets; they would never surrender. Behind the scenes the team surrounding Ross Lyon was beginning to crumble. The departures of Brett Kirk, Simon Lloyd and most importantly the relegation of the guardian of logic Peter Sumich was not to be understood, but the consequences would soon be apparent.
The year is 2019, I find myself recalling those painful memories of 1999. I am back in the cinema waiting for the next instalment of greatness. The wait had been long and we had been promised so much. The blunder years of 16,17 and 18 were behind us and I was ready to experience the next exciting journey. I was strapped in and just like in 1999 this season has been a procession of disastrously disgusting football, just like in 1999 I am begging for the end credits to roll on this season. Each week an endurance test, each week a new level of hopelessness found, each week returning to the well of disappointment, each week doing battle with the hordes from Lyon’s cult. History is said to rhyme and today 2019 rhymes with the Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones and The Revenge of the Sith.
Without the team to challenge George Lucas we had our sense assaulted with filth. Without the team to challenge Ross Lyon we will continue to have our senses assaulted with bad football.
Got it. Club needs more Scott Lucas, Zac Fisher and Aaron Hamill, less George Lucas, Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill