In 1977 (Episode IV) there were real men (or actors as humanoids, anyway) inside the armor. Getting shot meant something–even if there was no blood (self-cauterizing laser wounds for a PG rating?)
Then Star Wars became animated toy teddy bears vs. bad flesh-and-blood humanoids.
Then it was computer generated Jar-Jar jackasses vs. computer generated clone robots.
We now officially had no one to cheer for or against. I didn’t care if the Jar Jars or the Clone robots “killed” each other.
As Patton said, “War is about making the other SOB die for his country.” Something real has to die for the story to mean something.
With political correctness now reigning, all the heart left Star Wars.





