I’d feel pretty justified in saying that Star Wars, as a brand, has had a bit of roller coaster ride of fortunes since Disney’s big money purchase of the franchise. To say opinion of Star Wars has become decisive since they’ve taken the reigns would be a massive understatement.
No amount of frustration or anger at George Lucas’s creative choices around the special edition or the prequel trilogy would come close to the white-hot rage some parts of the fandom would feel about the direction of the franchise under Disney’s guidance.
There haven’t been any genuinely bad episodes of the Clone Wars. I’d say there have been a few missteps and less interesting stories told, but on the whole I’ve enjoyed what I’ve watched. This is the rare case where I feel like these three episodes in a chunk that didn’t really do it for me for some reason or another.
Maybe I was in a rotten mood. Maybe this is the show’s turn from anthology storytelling into crafting a longer, more developed storyline. I don’t know, I can only talk about what I see in front of me. So let’s get into that.
We reach the final few episodes of season 2, aside from a few stragglers and I feel I’m making progress through this series at a surprisingly good clip. Jumping right from a trio of episodes detailing the revamped Mandalorians, we take a little side hop to focus another of Mandalorian heritage. Although at this point in the canon, who even knows if Jango Fett even was a Mandalorian or not. And Boba’s status is even more ambiguous. Doesn’t seem like there’s any eventually becoming Mandalore like he did in the old canon.