Wednesday, 19 December 2012

The sexual desert of Owen Lars

Nerds who live their parents and fluent Klingon speakers may recall Owen Lars as a minor character in the film Star Wars: A New Hope. He lived on the desert planet of Tatooine with his wife, Beru. Although the couple had no children of their own, they raised a young boy called Luke Skywalker, and did their best to shield him from the attentions of his abusive father, who had suffered a midlife crisis and reinvented himself as malevolent cyborg-wizard called Darth Vader.

Owen and Beru eked out a meagre existence as moisture farmers beneath the burning glare of Tatooine’s twin suns. The fiery desert heat was a stark contrast to their passion for each other which had long since cooled. During the few scenes that the pair share on screen  there is no evidence to suggest that their relationship is anything other than a world-weary drudge, shaped by a need to scrape together the bare necessities for survival on this hostile world of gangsters and Freudian sand monsters. Neither one playfully slaps the other’s arse or makes a flirtatious allusion to saucy bedroom proclivities. I have often wondered whether Owen is aware of the irony of his situation: That a man whose business is the farming moisture can no longer cause wetness to surge from his wife’s vagina.

Owen and Beru met their deaths off camera at the hands of Imperial Stormtroopers. One catches a brief glimpse of a charred body lying in the sand outside their homestead, smouldering in a way that the couple were never able to smoulder for one another.

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