I have seen the future, and it is the past.
An unlikely ending reveals the evil genius of the Sith.
As SB4MC readers may already know, I only love to review movies while drunk on an airplane! Luckily for you, I am A) currently in that precise condition, and B) […]
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.