Granted, George Lucas created the fantastical little space world thats expanded into a universe so terrifyingly grand that it can force even the sanest of us to become disconcertingly detached from reality. But even the most diehard Lucas apologist must acknowledge the unnecessary tinkering and tweaking hes done to the original trilogy. Not to mention losing his mind for a period long enough for whatever replaced it to conjure up the three prequels. Hes kind of like the L. Ron Hubbard of the Star Wars world. Now hes offloaded his intergalactic space junk to Disney, hes not there anymore except in a mythical, behind-the-scenes way, pulling the strings or advising like a demonic space-God. And his creation lumbers on and on, incessantly and out of control. Much like Hubbards equally creative interplanetary fairytale.