"Luke proved that attachment was a good thing and that the Jedi were all dogmatic and wrong"
is a take that fundamentally misunderstands both Luke as a character and the entire point behind Star Wars and the Jedi religion.
Luke didn't act out of attachment. If he did he would have killed Palpatine and Vader in a desperate attempt to save his friends.
Let's actually compare this to mister attachment aka Anakin, shall we.
If Anakin was in a position where some guy (for example Dooku) was responsible for Padmé, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex etc. being in current life threatening danger, he would have killed that man and anyone who stood in his way. If there was another guy claiming to be his father that might have thrown him off for a bit but in pure rage and terror of what might happen to the people he loves he would have 10000% killed him, father or not (he literally tries to kill his surrogate father / brother out of attachment and greed and later succeeds IN THE MOVIES).
Luke however chooses AGAINST acting out of attachment. He doesn't let his fear for his loved ones control him. The literal moment he crashes out and eventually almost kills Vader is when Vader mentions Leia. His attachment to her led him to react with rage in a desperate attempt to protect her but then he realizes that that's WRONG. That he's playing into Palpatine's hands and giving himself over to the dark side, so he stops. He chooses not to become what Anakin let himself be turned into.
Luke's motivation for saving Vader is not attachment - it's compassion.
Attachment is to act on behalf of yourself. Attachment is choosing your own feelings over what the people you love would want. Attachment is sacrificing everything your wife stood for, choking her to unconsciousness because she doesn't react the way you want her to and trying to kill your own brother out of greed and jealousy. Attachment is selfish love - love that is about YOU and not the people around you.
Compassion is SELFESS love. Compassion is choosing others over yourself. Compassion is valuing the ideals and wants of the people you love - not just wanting to keep them by your side at all cost. Compassion is tossing away your lightsaber and letting yourself get tortured and almost killed because you REFUSE to act out of attachment and let anyone be hurt but yourself. Compassion is also to sacrifice yourself to save your child even though it gains you neither a better future nor him staying in your life.
Luke's compassion motivated Anakin to act out of compassion as well. That's what the movie is about, guys.
Grogu looking out from his pram as Din Djarin stands up (out of frame). Image from The Mandalorian, season 1, Episode 2, The Child. Calendar from DataWorks.
Grogu didn’t know what the Mandalorian was thinking. Maybe he hadn’t been thinking at all. How do you take on a whole sand crawler of Jawas, desperate to get away from you, without any help? Thinking about that time reminded Grogu of another time he and the Mandalorian were out in the middle of no-where trying to get back to where they belonged.
No, it’s probably not the one you are thinking about. Yes, it happened on Tatooine. Yes, they had been visiting with the Sandpeople. But there wasn’t a Krayt dragon involved and Din Djarin swore Grogu to secrecy about the whole thing. He didn’t want the Marshal to catch wind of it. It was too embarrassing. Not that anyone but a Mandalorian would have been embarrassed.
They had gone to meet the tribe of Sandpeople who had helped them with the Krayt dragon. To talk about other forms of mutual aid and such. Grogu wasn’t sure why Din Djarin had to do the talking, but he’d said something about Cobb Vanth being too much of a hot head. Grogu was willing to bet the Marshal asked the Mandalorian to do it because his sign language was much better than the Marshal’s. Which wasn’t surprising. The Marshal didn’t know any sign language as far as Grogu could tell.
They had gone a certain distance to the meeting place by speeder bike when the bounty hunter had noticed the tracks of a hunting party. Grogu was interested in that. The Sandpeople were accomplished hunters on Tatooine and they didn’t leave ‘tracks’ as such. They almost always rode bantha, despite the time the Daimyo had taught them how to ride speeder bikes. And, as almost anyone knew, those bantha travelled in single file. Grogu wanted to see those tracks again because he thought that might be useful information for the future.
Since the speeder bikes were so fast, the Mandalorian decided that they could follow this track and see who was at the other end of it. Maybe another party of Sandpeople or maybe some loose bantha or maybe, just maybe, someone else.
Grogu had no idea who Din Djarin was hoping to find at the other end of that track, but it didn’t really matter. He was just a passenger. Along for the ride. No choice what so ever. Which was just as well given how things had turned out.
After a bit of following the track they found something surprising. A small group of people, all in strange robes. Strange in that they looked neither like the ones that the Sandpeople wore, but they also didn’t look like any other robes Grogu had ever seen. Except for one of them.
Grogu took a look, squeaked in shock, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. Yup. He was right the first time. That person, the special one. The unique one. The one wearing Jedi robes! Yes, that one. A Jedi. A Jedi was on Tatooine. How the heck had that happened?
Grogu pointed, called to his companion, and pointed more emphatically.
“I them kid. What’s got you in a twist? You know someone down there?”
Grogu remembered grinding his teeth. Of course he knew someone down there. Or maybe he knew them. Maybe they had left the Jedi temple before him. Maybe they had been on an assignment far, far away and had come back to Tatooine for some reason. Whatever it was, Grogu wanted to meet the Jedi. Had to meet the Jedi. And so did the Mandalorian.
Grogu had managed to nod his head and chirp something out that sounded sort of like ‘yes’ in Gal Basic and the Mandalorian finally paid attention.
“Okay. Keep your coverall on. We’ll go down there and check them out, but first we are going to observe them for a couple of minutes.”
Grogu didn’t care if they watched them or not. He just wanted to meet the Jedi.
The Mandalorian angled the speeder bike toward the top of a sand dune, no doubt so they would have the high ground to observe from and parked it when they reached the top. Grogu hopped out of the bag that he was traveling in as quickly as he could and dashed over to the edge of the dune to get a good view.
The Mandalorian fussed with the speeder bike and the saddle bags and then joined Grogu. Grogu laughed when he looked over at the other man. He’d adjusted his cape so it covered his shininess. That wasn’t easy to do considering how much of the beskar was shiny. But it made sense. No point looking like a giant mirror signaling their position when they wanted to quietly observe what was going on.
Din Djarin laid down on his belly and took out his spotting scope and looked through it.
“Looks like they’re digging something up. I see shovels and rakes. Which one of them did you recognize?”
Grogu held his hand out for the spotting scope and the Mandalorian handed it to him.
“Be careful. I’ve already had to replace this twice. The last time you dropped it down a well.”
That was true, but it was hardly Grogu’s fault. It was raining and the barrel was slippery. They hadn’t been on Tatooine when that happened. Now they were and nothing was slippery. It was gritty from all the sand. Grogu wasn’t going to let go of it and if he did, well, he’d use the Force to get it back. He didn’t need a lecture again about losing things the Mandalorian found precious.
Grogu looked through the scope and made a tiny adjustment and then carefully reviewed the field of people below. Three people in strange robes and one Jedi. The Jedi was wearing off white, almost sand color shirt, and leggings. His belt was an orangey color that Grogu didn’t recall any Jedi using when he was at the Temple, but it was still possible and a lightsaber hilt still swung from the belt. His hooded cloak matched every other hooded cloak he’d ever seen at temple except that it seemed heavier somehow. Maybe it had a lining? Grogu couldn’t tell.
“Ok, buddy. I’ll take that scope back now.”
The Mandalorian went to take the scope, which Grogu wasn’t quite done with when something strange happened. The Jedi looked right at Grogu and smiled. Grogu squeaked and dropped the scope he was so startled.
“Kid! Look what…”
But whatever scolding Din Djarin was about to give him was cut short. The Mandalorian had shifted to quickly on the sand dune and the dune didn’t take that kindly. At least that’s what the Mandalorian complained about later. Anyway, the sand slid out from under him and he began to slide down the dune.
Grogu would have laughed but the speeder bike, which wasn’t far enough away as things turned out, began to slide right after the bounty hunter. The Mandalorian couldn’t fail to notice that and rolled onto his back and used his retractable line to catch it.
Of course that was a mistake. Instead of the two of them just sliding down the sand dune, the speeder bike was zooming right for the bounty hunter. Grogu couldn’t help but laugh because, well, it was just too funny. The speeder bike had followed it’s name and picked up speed and the Mandalorian found himself being dragged by the thing, rather than stopping it.
Grogu was sure the tall human was just going to let the thing go when he did the unthinkable and somehow got to his feet and was now skiing down the sand, leaving a huge spray of dust in his wake. It looked amazing!
Not just to him, but the four people they had been observing had stopped what they were doing and just stood there watching the spectacle that the Mandalorian presented.
Grogu, fortunately hadn’t been affected by the sand fall. Not even a little bit. The scope also hadn’t fallen very far from him. He trotted down the dune less than a meter, picked up the scope and thought about how he was going to get to the rest of them. After all, he couldn’t ride the speeder bike down.
He looked around and noticed his dad’s cape had been torn away by everything that happened and that gave Grogu an idea. A few minutes later he was gently floating down the sand dune, like a little seed blown by the wind. When he reached the bottom, he let go of the cape and trotted over to the Mandalorian to check on him.
Din Djarin was sitting up and groaning. Grogu patted his arm and coo’d at him.
“The sand… it’s everywhere. Dank Farrik!”
Grogu could appreciate how uncomfortable that likely was. He had gotten slightly buffeted by sand on his way down the dune. He was about to offer to help his dad when the Jedi walked over to them. Grogu almost couldn’t contain his excitement. It had been so long since he’d met one of his kind…
“Hello there.”
That’s all he remembered of their conversation. That’s how overwhelmed he’d been. Din Djarin didn’t seem to remember very much about meeting them either. He just complained about the sand getting everywhere, but he couldn’t remember how it got all cleaned up.
Grogu had laughed about that until he found a little slip of paper in his pocket the next day. On it, someone had written, ‘We love you, Grogu!’. Well, that was nice. It was nice to be recognized, even if you didn’t know who recognized you.
I think what makes the most sense is Tarre being fascinated by the Jedi and studying them to "know thy enemy" and learning all their swordfighting techniques in case he ever gets the opportunity to duel one of them, and all the other Mandos are like "Get a load of this NERD over here" and eventually it gets to the point where Tarre actually fraternizes with Jedi and becomes friends with a couple until one of them is like "um you know you're crazy strong with the Force right" and Tarre's like :O
I believe it was mentioned in some commentary somewhere that Tarre was inducted into the Jedi as a child so it's funny to think about this little Mando kid constantly wandering off to talk to the space wizards because the vibes around them are different and he doesn't know why
excuse me but the one thing i need before i die is for in some star wars movie obi-wan breaks into song and everyone is so confused because how the fuck can he sing????????? that good?????????
it can be a sweet emotional scene where maybe he’s being comforting to a chid who lost their family to war by singing a lullaby or something
or an entirely comedic moment where anakin convinces him to go out and have fun so they get drunk and obi-wan ends up on top of tables reenacting broadway scenes
