Our plea for George Lucas…
Ricky Martin received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame the other week, making him the first, but perhaps not last, member of Menudo to be immortalized in such a fashion. I’ve actually got nothing against Martin, but am more than a little concerned about the Walk of Fame these days. It is supposed to honor the crème de la crème of entertainers, ones whose contributions to the arts are of the highest caliber. That’s why you’ll see names like Clark Gable, Orson Welles, and Katharine Hepburn sprawled out on the sidewalks of Hollywood and Vine. But let’s take a look at some recent honorees, the caliber of which I can’t help but call into question. There’s Terry Bradshaw, who apparently was celebrated for his ability to multitask by screaming out football highlights while simultaneously sassing Howie Long. There’s Donald Trump, who was a reality-show sensation for two seasons and an afterthought for four (and counting!). And then, of course, there’s David Spade, whose star, it should be noted, was unveiled after the premieres of both Joe Dirt and Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star. Repeat: After Joe Dirt and Dickie Roberts.
Inclusions like these are even more egregious when you consider one person who has apparently not been deemed worthy of such an honor: George Lucas. I didn’t know if the Lucas ban was some sort of punishment for the Ewoks cartoon or 1978’s Star Wars Holiday Special (the first half of which is spoken almost entirely in Wookiee), but I intended to find out. After all, even Alan Ladd Jr., a studio exec whose crowning achievement was, yes, greenlighting Star Wars, received a star before the bearded wonder — just a month ago, in fact.
Needing answers, I placed a call to the chairman of the Walk of Fame Selection Committee, Johnny Grant. ”You will put George Lucas on the Hollywood Walk of Fame,” I said in my best Jedi mind-trick voice. ”Of course!” said Grant. (Damn, that thing actually works!) ”If he would let his people submit him, he would be approved overnight!” You see, anyone can nominate a celebrity for induction, but the nominee’s management has to also send a letter of agreement, and then the honoree must actually show up at the ceremony if inducted. So why hasn’t Lucas agreed to be on the Walk of Fame? I mean, the guy took time out of his busy schedule to appear on The O.C., so you’d figure he could show up for a freakin’ star ceremony. True, there is also the matter of a $25,000 price tag for ”creation and installation of the star, as well as maintenance,” but I’m going to go out on a limb and suggest that George Lucas just might have $25K squirreled away under a mattress somewhere. (Plus, I’m certainly not picking up the tab after spending close to 25 grand on various Star Wars VHS and DVD sets.)
So how about it, George — care to finally see your name plopped down next to other Hollywood luminaries like Rick Dees, Leeza Gibbons, and Pat Morita? To paraphrase Revenge of the Sith, you’re either with them or you’re their enemy. (And honestly, who doesn’t want to be with the guy who penned ”Disco Duck”?) Unfortunately, there’s no way of knowing where Lucas stands because the man has gone as silent as Cloud City’s Lobot — refusing to comment to EW on his possibly self-imposed snub. C’mon. It’s time to put the star in Star Wars, George. You have a fan that demands answers, a Walk of Fame that demands legitimacy, and scores of pedestrians demanding to literally stomp all over your good name. Something I’m sure David Spade could tell you all about.
Head on over to Take 5: The Glutton to see my five favorite stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
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