Dewey's stunt work continued for decades, unaffected by the McCarthy hearings, by social change, or by the whims of the Hollywood powers that be.
But Dewey was growing unhappy. While he was honored to be Hollywood's most sought-after stuntcat, he felt unfulfilled as an artist. He wanted the public to see his work on the screen; as matters now stood, moviegoers only saw him when the editor did a shoddy job.
All the same, he had bills to pay, and continued his work as a gun-toting, cliff-jumping, ass-kicking celluloid phantom. Shown here is a still from his work in Star Wars.
When asked about his Star Wars experience, Dewey often commented that "wookies are every cat's nightmare - they're like dogs with opposable thumbs." But despite the daily harassment he endured at the hands of Chewie, Dewey managed to be his sporting self and make some friends on the set. One of those friends, Harrison Ford, would lend Dewey a hand in his quest for onscreen roles.