The Clone Wars has been known to reference many films beyond merely the sextet that take place in that Galaxy Far Far Away. George Romero’s Living Dead films, Godzilla, Aliens, Seven Samurai, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, and even Alfred Hitchcock’s Notorious, are among the titles the series has namechecked. So I suppose the moral that opened “Friends and Enemies” shouldn’t have shocked anyone: “Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” Yes, The Godfather loomed large over The Clone Wars last night. (Special thanks to one great friend of EW’s that we definitely intend to keep close, Mr. James Arnold Taylor, a.k.a. Obi-Wan Kenobi, who chatted live with Clone Wars fans on viEWer during the episode.)
And yet if anything, I feel that Don Corleone’s advice did absolutely nothing to help the Jedi during the Clone Wars. After all, their greatest enemy, Darth Sidious, was about as close as he could get, being the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic and the Jedi’s military leader. And Obi-Wan Kenobi’s best friend, Anakin Skywalker, betrays him and exterminates the entire Jedi Order. But in the context of “Friends and Enemies,” the mafia maxim definitely had some validity.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, still undercover with anti-Palpatine conspirators Moralo Eval and Cad Bane as the fearsome bounty-hunter Rako Hardeen, decided to crash their stolen ship on Nal Hutta. Obi-Wan’s idea was pretty much like that of Norman Bates: We’ll sink the ship in a swamp where it will be swallowed by the murk and never found by anyone. The three escaped convicts needed to ditch their prison garb and buy—not steal—a new ship. It’s all about being incognito. Except when one member of your posse insists upon wearing a wide-brimmed hat and delivering lines like “You’re lucky we’re in a hurry, little lady…we’ll have to dance another time” with all the dead-eyed bravado of Lee Van Cleef.
If there’s a rival to Mos Eisley as the Galaxy’s “most wretched hive of scum and villainy,” it surely must be Nal Hutta. Actually, contrary to popular belief, Nal Hutta is not the Hutt homeworld. The sybaritic race of obese space slugs actually evolved on the planet Varl, which they so polluted that they had to flee—kind of like Stephen Hawking’s plan—and colonize another world, a world which would become Nal Hutta. Obviously, they’ve pretty much done to Nal Hutta what they did to Varl, because the planet was all noxious shades of vomit-colored mud and steam. A place where, as Cad Bane put it, everyone’s an outlaw. This is where a monocle-wearing Hutt can place a bid at a slave auction that would make the flesh-peddling of Zygerria seem tame. Where Weequays can kick random beggars in the street, like a “Singin’ in the Rain”-crooning pack of Droogs. Where Sy Snootles decided to hide out after killing Ziro the Hutt—and found company in the arms of two Twi’Lek females. Still, looking at Nal Hutta, I couldn’t help but feel that, like Mos Eisley, this was a place that really could use some more rontos and dewbacks.
NEXT: Bane, Eval, and “Hardeen” go hat shopping.