Fishing for Mandalorians

Hopefully last night's new episode of The Mandalorian will be the low point of the season, especially since it wasn't so bad.

I began to suspect it was the Bryce Dallas Howard episode early on. As much as I liked the crash landing on a watery moon inhabited by Mon Calamari and Quarren and the old fisherman's wharf vibe--complete with chowder--there was already something dull about the pacing compared to last week's episode. When the action scenes felt lifeless I knew it was the work of Ms. Howard. When is Disney going to finish paying their debt to her father for coming in on Solo?

But this episode also featured an appearance from a strikingly well preserved Bo-Katan. Katee Sackhoff plays the role in the character's live action debut but she's also always been the voice of the character on Clone Wars and Rebels. Her presence naturally led to a lot of answered questions about how Mandalorians are portrayed differently on The Mandalorian to how they were in the previous series. Bo-Katan, being the rightful ruler of Mandalore, hasn't taken to keeping her helmet on at all times and she calls Din Djarin (Pedro Pascal) a religious zealot for doing so. Which makes sense though it makes him seem pretty uptight, an impression strengthened when he gets mysteriously pissy when Bo-Katan decides to take over the Imperial ship. It would be kind of nice if she was the star of the series.

And she gives us a first mention of Ahsoka Tano. I'm not sure why Bo-Katan didn't tell Din anything else about Ahsoka. It sounded like she assumed he knew who Ahsoka was, which is strange, given he'd never heard of the Jedi last season. Which was also strange given the fact that he was a kid during the Clone Wars, when the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice throughout the galaxy . . .

Anyway, I hope we don't have to wait for the Dave Filoni episode to see Ahsoka.

The Mandalorian is on Disney+.

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