What the hell is going on in that Star Wars cantina?
First off…why the ‘No Droids’ policy? Droids can’t cause trouble, they can’t get drunk and start a brawl or heckle the band or anything like that. Hell, if I ran that place my policy would be ‘No Jedi,’ since they seem more likely to chop someone’s arm off than a droid.
There’s another weird thing about this: Luke brings in two unassuming droids, he’s roughly yelled at, ignored by the bartender, and nearly gets the shit kicked out of him by a big butt-faced guy.
Obi-Wan, meanwhile, cuts a dude’s arm off with a freaking laser sword (twenty years after all Jedi were branded as insurgents and executed). He receives no consequence for this. He stays in the bar for another twenty minutes to hash out a deal with a smuggler. That’s asinine.
But I really shouldn’t ask any questions. If I question Star Wars in any way, shape, or form, someone will try to explain that some novel from 1991 explains the entire ‘No Droids’ policy, or George Lucas will go back and ‘fix’ the entire scene to make Butt-Face Guy a secret Sith and CGI a fifteen minute lightsaber battle between him and Not-Alec-Guinness.
You have to love Star Wars. Seriously, you have to…or else.