What is it that makes certain symbols and stories rise to the heights of ubiquity? And what is it that makes certain people adopt them as personal totems, or even, sometimes, as load-bearing parts of their personalities?
This Disney-era Star Wars odd couple—Mando and The Child—has certainly entered the canon. And I get it. The Child is cute! Heck, even my kid has a The Child plushie!
But doesn’t the pairing also have a weird, police state energy? The mask-always-on mercenary and the foundling. Dream-archetypes of violence and innocence, each needing the other to survive a cruel world. (And I know, I know, The Child ends up having superpowers.)
My point is: Raising Arizona it’s not. And it’s a bit intense to cover your car in it.
