Here is the future of Star Wars, one not mired in the narrow threads of the movies’ mythology, but a story that acknowledges that there is a whole big complicated wonderful galaxy to explore.
Kudos to J.J. Abrams for doing something extraordinary: he has made me not care about Star Wars for the first time ever. I’m kind of relieved that it’s over, because it has stopped being fun.
Upends expectations, demythologizes the mythos, and takes an iconic series in a bold new direction with a story full of humor, courage, and dazzling imagery.
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About precisely nothing other than pure pulp comic-book soap-opera rigmarole, overshadowed by clichés, implausibilities, and missed opportunities.
Earlier this week, I live-tweeted a rewatch of Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi. Here’s how it went down…
An embarrassingly empty pastiche of numerous beloved action blockbusters, all frenetic action and soulless mishmashes of fantasy imagery.
A bunch of way-cool props, costumes, and memorabilia from SF/F and adjacent movies and TV shows are on display at BFI IMAX ahead of an auction.
Partly inspired by the surfacing this weekend of footage from the production of director/star Jerry Lewis’s notorious unreleased movie The Day the Clown Cried…
My choice: Midnight Kessel Run…