Image from Jet­son Green I was only seven years old when I first viewed the third install­ment of George Lucas’s Star Wars tril­ogy, but I was for­ever changed. It wasn’t on account of Princess Leia’s amaz­ing metal bikini or the Impe­r­ial speeder bike chase through Endor’s forests wit­nessed in “The Return of the Jedi.” No, it was because of the Ewoks . I didn’t sim­ply find them cute, nor did I want to nec­es­sar­ily be an Ewok.