Nerds don’t like the same things. Everyone has their own little corner of interests.
Every so often, though, one sector of Geekdom will explode, creating such a dramatic impact on the landscape that it draws all other sectors into its orbit. Avengers: Endgame did that.
Maybe you liked it, maybe you hated it. Some of you could not be bothered to watch it. It doesn’t matter. You still knew of it because the conversation about it was simply too loud to ignore. The Mandalorian is November’s Endgame. It has become that one topic in Nerdom that is too loud to ignore.
This latest episode, in particular, has raised the excitement to a whole new level. Having finally watched it, I can see why ‘The Sin’ would excite Star Wars fans.
The episode picks up where its predecessor left off. The eponymous Mandalorian is going home, clearly determined to hand baby Yoda off to his employers. But there are doubts. His past keeps haunting him. In the eyes of his young captive, the bounty hunter can see a familiar helpless innocence. The Mandalorian is growing a heart and he does not like it.
This show is supposed to be a space western in the vein of The Man with No Name. I did not appreciate those comparisons in the first two episodes. But ‘The Sin’ is forcing me to change my perspective.
The score, on its own, was quite impressive, very much reminiscent of the subtle tension-inducing tunes you find in Old Westerns. I really liked the solid drumming and the whistling. You could feel some of the beats in your chest.
The selling point of this episode, for me at least, was the tension. So many life and death scenarios were resolved by split-second actions taken after seconds of taut silence. I know Star Wars fans were floored by the flashbacks and all they keep hinting at. They probably got far more out of the minutes we spent with the other Mandalorians underground than I did. Don’t get me wrong. I was entertained, especially when the knives came out and all these hulking meta-clad figures started baying for blood.
And, obviously, that final action set piece was amazing, especially when dozens of Mandalorians descended via jetpack to protect one of their own. Again, I have a feeling that those scenes meant more to Star Wars fans than they did to me.
But I can’t deny the entertainment value they brought to the table. The timing was simply perfect. I spent the last three minutes waiting for Baby Yoda to intervene. What they chose to do was better.
That said, I am yet to be amazed by this show. Baby Yoda is fun to watch and I want to know what makes him tick. But as a non-Star Wars fan, I’m still waiting for this show to drop my jaw.