“You know, maybe I want to be a director. I don’t want people to tell me what to do.”
I was a thought that suddenly flashed into the conscious of the young George Lucas. A moment of clarity that set the course of his personal and professional lives.
It came at the 15% point of Brian Jay Jones masterfully written biography of the great filmmaker.
I paused at this quote, remembering that someone once said something rather profound about moments like these. After a little searching I discovered it was Conan O’Brien. This is what he had to say:
“The beauty is that through disappointment you can gain clarity, and with clarity comes conviction and true originality.”
It seemed to apply to this phase in Lucas’s story.
After all, he’d just got a lucky break, then found himself disappointed.
His lucky break came when he landed a job as a grip (filmmaking technician) at the U.S. Information Agency. I know, it doesn’t sound like much, but now that I’ve read this book, I realize how difficult I was for talented young people to get into the movie making business at that time.
As the story goes, Lucas was only at the USIA a short time when he got a rare opportunity to do editing work on an assignment for a project titled, “Journey to the Pacific,” a film sponsored by the U.S. Office of Economic Opportunity about President Johnson’s 1966 visit to Manila, Philippines. The film’s theme was emblematic of the ideals of Johnson’s “Great Society” domestic program of elimination of poverty and racial injustice. And while Lucas appreciated the altruistic theme of the film, he did not care for the heavy-handed ways that government films were micromanaged.
“If you make a picture for the government, they want it to look good,” Lucas remembered. For example, he was told that Lady Bird Johnson couldn’t be shown at unflattering angles, while no shot could be used in which President Johnson’s bald spot was visible. The tight controls continued in the editing room as well, “You can’t cut this way; you’ve got to cut this way…”
I laughed as I considered this turn of events, realizing that as a “Star Wars” fan, I had the U.S. Government to thank for helping “encourage” George Lucas to be a director. If they had given him just a bit more freedom, this moment of clarity may not have come, and Lucas’s path may have been much altered.
But this wasn’t Lucas’s only moment of clarity in the early part of the book. The other one appeared about twenty pages earlier when Lucas said,
“When I finally discovered film, I really fell madly in love with it. I ate and slept it 24 hours a day.”
This realization hit Lucas as he began his studies as a film student in the division of Cinema at USC’s School of the Performing Arts. In his younger years, he’d loved building interesting contraptions and dioramas that he always referred to as “his environments.” He and a friend had once constructed a four-foot-tall, “kid’s rollercoaster” in the backyard of his family home. At USC, his interest in constructing “environments” was reinvigorated as he was now learning how to construct sets. His time at USC also reconnected him with his love of developing strong, unforgettable characters as he once did based on the inspiration of painter Norman Rockwell and Walt Disney’s character Scrooge McDuck. He wanted, to tell stories….
And he wanted to do it using film.
Another chapter of his realization came shortly before this, in 1964 when he’d received his Associate in Arts Degree from Modesto Junior College. His grades had been good enough to get him into USC where this important discovery was made. I mention his grades, because prior to his time at Modesto College, during his high school years, George Lucas was not a very diligent student. But he’d “turned over a new leaf” in college, a short time after his first major moment of clarity came…
“I’ve got to get serious about school.”
He made this pact with himself from his bed, convalescing after a serious car accident, one he was lucky to have survived at all.
The accident, and the months of recovery that followed, gave this young man the opportunity to reevaluate the direction his life was taking. In the two years immediately preceding the accident, he was consumed with speed, especially in the form of fast cars. In those years he’d modified his own racer, and spent weekends at the racetrack, working with other racers in the pits. He found himself addicted to the adrenalin rush of speed.
But previous to that, as a boy, and later as a young teen, he’d been intrigued with storytelling, especially the stories of “good guys vs. bad guys,” in the form of novels, comic books and the popular TV shows and movies of the time. But once he reached the driving age, he temporarily forgot his earlier loves.
So, it was while he convalesced, month after month in bed, that he dedicated himself to becoming a better student. He also had time to read and watch TV, both of which helped him “reacquaint” himself with his love of storytelling. Luckily for him, his high school teachers decided to “bump up” his grades and allow him to graduate high school. These were the two factors that allowed him to make the entrance requirements for Modesto College.
And he did not waste that opportunity.
He worked hard at college, a positive change in his study habits that played a factor in convincing his father, who was helping to finance his education, to allow him to study at USC, if only he could manage to get accepted.
So it was, in this early part of the book that the author helped me understand and appreciate the development of the young filmmaker, one “moment of clarity” after another. Jones captured these important realizations as he showed us the young man’s growing maturity and developing sense of self that paid off in spades when he walked through the doors of that amazingly energizing orbit of creativity that was the USC Film School of Lucas’s time there.
These were the aspects of Lucas’s life that I’d always been intrigued by…I wanted to know how his passion for film began, and how he came to understand that he wanted to spend his life telling stories using the medium of film.
Jones did a superb job of answering these questions for me, and along the way did so in a wonderful way that I hadn’t anticipated.
Often times, when it comes to biographies, the writer spends quite a bit of time “in and around” the immediate time when important people make discoveries or come to key realizations in their lives. But after reading this book, I realized that Jones had utilized a subtly different approach. He did so by revealing George’s ever developing interests, even those of his earliest days, until his time as a young adult, all pulled together in one, long “thread” of life experiences. By doing this, the biographer gives context and deeper meaning to the “moments of clarity” when they arrive. It’s like building with blocks, one by one, until the entire finished product is revealed, better understood as a “sum of the parts” than just the finished product itself.
By using this storytelling technique, I found myself understanding and appreciating the man himself with greater depth and clarity. It takes great skill, patience and diligence to write in such a way.
Brian Jay Jones did so and did it very well…taking me, the reader on one “Lucas escapade” after another. He captured and held my attention with tales of a young filmmaker’s early realization of his unique talent followed by amazing stories of “the carpenter actor,” the “savior cameraman,” “Kitbasher” Cantwell, “Used Universe” Painter McQuarrie, “Chewbacca” the Alaskan Malamute, embittered studio executives and “treehouse” offices. I was intrigued with Lucas’s film cataloguing system named “Reel 2, Dialogue 2” that birthed the name of a beloved character, and I had no idea that Lucas and his first wife Marcia spent so much of their married life editing film together, or how close Lucas was to the ebullient, larger than life iconic director Francis Ford Coppola.
Also, Brian Jay Jones did a superb job of bringing to light many aspects of Lucas’s life that I had not idea about and were amazingly imagination inspiring at the same time. One scene described in the book was about Lucas’s most famous girlfriend, (later fiancée), an internationally renowned singer songwriter who adored Lucas and was often seen carrying a “Empire Strikes Back” lunchbox with her as she travelled to recording sessions or interviews.
I took joy in reading how much George Lucas treasured his three adopted children, and how he described single moms as heroes of the highest order.
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the spellbinding life of George Lucas, a man who gave fairytales to a generation that never had them.
A most remarkable biography of a most remarkable man.
I was sad when this reading ride ended...highly recommend this one….