Granted, it would take a lot more time, research and effort to pick on an individual Ewok and outline its complete and utter pointlessness in Return of the Jedi. So for the sake of brevity, the entire species of these furry-headed freaks is being called to account. It seemed George Lucas was so delirious with power from his unexpected space opera success that by the time it got to the third film, hed blinkered himself into thinking that he could convince his audience that a bunch of pissed teddy bears were capable of levelling an empire with sticks and stones. Jesus wept... The third film in a trilogy that had promised so much is basically brought to its knees by a colony of squealing bipedal beavers with spears outmatching a huge empire with the most advanced technological warfare system in cinematic history. They might have looked cute and cuddly but you sense that an extended period of time in the company of these fuzzy fanatics would cause you nothing but psychological distress and eventual large scale genocide. Their irrelevance to the films cannot be overstated.