Christopher Vogler The Writers Journey
completely taken in by the critical few seconds of this scene. I had invested something
of myself in Luke Skywalker and when he appeared to be dead, I instantly became
a disembodied presence in the screen. I began flitting from surviving character to
character, wondering who I could identify with next. W o u l d I ride through the rest
of the story as the spoiled Princess Leia, the selfish opportunist H a n Solo, or the
beasdy Wookiee? I didn't feel comfortable in any of their skins. In these few seconds
I experienced something like panic. T h e hero, for me, was truly in the belly of the
whale, inaccessible, effectively dead. W i t h the hero dead, who was I in this movie?
W h a t was my point of view? M y emotions, like the basketball held under water, were
depressed.
Just then Luke Skywalker explodes to the surface, slimy but alive. H e has died
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