question of the day: Why do we continue to be George Lucas’s bitch?

And then there’s Charlotte Gore at the U.K.’s Spectator Arts Blog, also letting loose the snark:

I've got some bad news for you. Are you sitting down? You may want a stiff drink. George Lucas is about to do something which will make you look back fondly on the Phantom Menace as 'that period when he had artistic integrity'. That's right: The Phantom Menace... 3D. But wait! There's more: Attack of the Clones... 3D. But wait! There's more: The whole stinking, turgid, awful double trilogy is returning to a multiplex near you, and this time it's not just added creatures, but an extra dimension too!

Yes, soon you'll be able to watch the Phantom Menace in a cinema, immersing yourself in three dimensions of boredom. It's be so realistic it'll be like being able to reach out and touch what it is that's disappointing you. Imagine, if you dare, feeling like you're in the same room as Jar Jar Binks.

It’s funny cuz it’s true. I’ll borrow a phrase from Simon Pegg’s Spaced anti-hero Tim Bisley here and say, “George Lucas, you Lando.”

And yet, we will all go see these movies, slated to be released one per year through much of the decade to come.

So, the question is: Why do we continue to be George Lucas’s bitch? How do we escape from his Svengali-like domination?

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