Last week handmaiden Sheridan sent me a scientific article about why the trash compactor in the Death Star from Star Wars wouldn’t have worked. Something about how the Empire wouldn’t care about compacting trash, and if the Dia Noga (the creature with the tentacles) could survive in there, it couldn’t be a very good design. And why would it have two walls that closed in, rather than having it crush from all sides?
This article reminded me of a spirited discussion among the family one Thanksgiving, about how many DeLoreans there actually were at one time in 1955 in Back to the Future. I believe we came up with 3, though my cousin maintained that it was only one, because each use sent events onto a new, independent timeline.
On the one hand, I dislike discussions like this, because, well, I sometimes write things that don’t make sense on extra close examination, and I hate it when people discover them – and even worse, point them out. Yes, I know that the hero’s odds of guessing in which direction the heroine fled are only one in four, and that given the prevailing wind at that time of year, he couldn’t possibly have caught a scent of her perfume. But it sounds AWESOME, and so I risked defying the facts.
On the other hands, I love discussions like this, because I’ve always felt that while a movie or book doesn’t have to follow real reality, it has to follow its own reality. And if you can debate it and find arguments within the story to support or deny any events or objects or whatever, then the author’s succeeded in entertaining and intriguing and transporting me.
Do you like to find bits and pieces of books and movies and debate their logic? Or do you take the movie or book as a whole and accept the logic the author has created? And what if the author breaks her or his own rules? What’s the point where it’s too crazy to keep tolerating? And how many darned DeLoreans made it to 1955?