In which a rapper tells you about movies.
In which an imaginary frog is invoked to make a small amount of sense from a sadly senseless movie.
In today’s movie universes, directors are hired hands.
Next up: Lucas adds his famous, unfilmed Ron Howard alien abduction scene into American Graffiti. All original negatives will be burned.
In which Disney’s latest re-tooled Star Wars toy arrives already opened, bent, and missing pieces.
Stars. Wars. Etc.
In which our weary correspondent asks questions he wishes certain writers had asked before him.
I know, but hear me out–it’s a REALLY BIG Death Star, right? It’s just so, so, so BIG this time. You see? No way it blows up again. I promise.
Even in the Star Wars universe, people fail upwards.
Granted, they didn’t ride the Bantha’s single file…
Even without tossing the ewoks into an incinerator, Jedi could be ten times better than it is. Allow us to suggest how.
Newest addition to Disney’s growing list of Stand-Alone Star Wars films to star Jar Jar Binks and the Ewoks in a story connecting the two trilogies.
The first in a sure-to-be-endless series of genius ideas we, the kind souls at Mind Control, offer to the Disney Empire free of charge.
If someone would announce a Star Wars movie that took place during the original war that had no episode number and no mention of a Skywalker, then I would get excited.