When Star Wars merch goes strange | Little White Lies

When Star Wars merch goes strange

04 Sep 2015

Words by Adam Lee Davies

Black burger bun with green and orange vegetables.
Black burger bun with green and orange vegetables.
A jour­ney through the dark­er side of Star Wars trin­kets and collectables.

Ahead of the release of JJ Abrams’ Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awak­ens on Decem­ber 18, and to cel­e­brate #Force­Fri­day – the day when new lines of SW gad­gets, gifts and col­lec­tables are launched world­wide – LWLies delves into its giant toy box to look back at when the mer­chan­dis­ing looked to the Dark Side for their inspiration…

Lively jazz ensemble on stage, with drums, saxophones, and other instruments in vibrant colours.

We know. It looks made up. We took some con­vinc­ing that this is an actu­al, prop­er Thing That Exists too, but 1980’s only tru­ly sem­i­nal Galac­tic Scat album remains a sol­id gone fact. Arranged by leg­endary jazzbo Ron Carter – wing­man to the likes of Miles Davis, Chet Bak­er and Har­ry Con­nick Jr – this deep suite of hot mess kicks off with Vader’s Impe­r­i­al March, which switch­es between a swarthy take on the theme to 1980s ITV sit­com Nev­er the Twain and tooty-flutey Bird­land whim­sy before dis­in­te­grat­ing into full-bore school-orches­tra wig-out.

The real gem, how­ev­er, is Aster­oid Field (Slight Return), which re-envis­ages Han and Leia’s squeaky-bum escape from a patrol of TIE fight­ers as boozy, Don Drap­er-esque cock­tail-jazz back­ground muzak. Fif­teen min­utes of YouTube fame sure­ly awaits who­ev­er has the time and ener­gy to splice those two togeth­er. (Note: the com­ments sec­tion below is reserved sole­ly for Star Wars jazz/​muso puns that improve upon the line I find your lack of bass disturbing….”)

White toilet bowl with a printed motif of a red octopus and submarine on the inside and outside of the toilet bowl.

You will find a new def­i­n­i­tion of pain and suf­fer­ing as you are slow­ly digest­ed over a thou­sand years.” Or, in oth­er words, I wouldn’t go in there for a while, mate!” Star Wars is replete with pot­ty ref­er­ences, from Luke emp­ty­ing his tor­pe­does into the Death Star’s exhaust port to Han Solo’s impromp­tu Tauntaun cav­i­ty search. But all the phan­tom men­aces, dis­tur­bances in the force and ran­cour mon­sters (that’s what we call ours, any­way) aren’t near­ly as unpleas­ant a prospect as fish­ing these gim­micky bac­te­ria traps out of your u‑bend the morn­ing after cur­ry-and-a-pint night down Wetherspoons.

R2-D2 robot with an aquarium display depicting a colourful underwater scene.

It’s not often that you can’t improve on a press release, but… Mod­elled after the most well-known astromech droid in the galaxy, this R2-D2 holds a 1 3/​4‑gallon aquar­i­um tank in his cen­tral com­part­ment, ide­al for a small fresh­wa­ter fam­i­ly of gold­fish, gouramis [?] or tetras [??]. The domed head rotates with any [!!!] vocal com­mand you issue and he utters his famil­iar bleeps” from the Star Wars movies.

His radar eye hous­es the eye­piece to a built-in periscope that pro­vides an inti­mate view of the aquat­ic activ­i­ty below, allow­ing you to watch your charges swim towards the food you’ve dropped in from the dome’s remov­able feed­ing door. Includes over­head LED tank lights that ran­dom­ly morph between red, blue, and green and a two-sided water­proofed card­board insert depict­ing scenes from the movies as a back­ground. Plugs into AC. 20” H x 14” W x 14” D. (9 lbs.)”

Monochrome image of a hand frozen in carbonite, dark tones, dramatic lighting.

To bor­row a line from 80s com­e­dy behe­moth and walk­ing Rorschach Test Andrew Dice’ Clay, who­ev­er buys one of these is a sick, con­fus­ing moth­er­fuck­er indeed. What mes­sage are you send­ing out to the world with this? I’m such a Star Wars nerd that I spend all my trag­ic beach hol­i­days squat­ting my salty rump on the cal­ci­fied face of a man locked, scream­ing into an unknow­able eter­ni­ty of exis­ten­tial ter­ror and word­less, breath­less pan­ic. What’s that..? Anoth­er stub­by of Heineken and a game of strip-Holo­gram chess? Rah-rah-rah!” If any­one ever gives you one of these, fill it full of oranges and pum­mel them to death.

Dark charcoal bun with meat, lettuce, and orange pepper slices.

It may arguably have looked rea­son­ably badass in the adver­tis­ing bumf, but the grim actu­al­i­ty of Burg­er King’s short-lived Sith­burg­er looked more like an ashen, mildewed cousin to Homer Simpson’s 6ft hoagie than any­thing prop­er­ly edi­ble. The Japan­ese ver­sion (this par­tic­u­lar­ly del­i­ca­cy was only ever offered in Japan and France – make of that what you will) went a step fur­ther into the dark side by adding inky gar­lic sauce and grief-strick­en black cheese to the com­bo’. How much more black can you get? The answer is none. None more black.

Two illustrated book covers depicting a smiling Black man wearing a hat and tie, with a city skyline in the background

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