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Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Star Wars III.

Excerpts from The New Yorker review:

"This film is the tale of his temptation. We already know the outcome—Anakin will indeed drop the killer-monk Jedi look and become Darth Vader, the hockey goalkeeper from hell."

"What can you say about a civilization where people zip from one solar system to the next as if they were changing their socks but where a woman fails to register for an ultrasound, and thus to realize that she is carrying twins until she is about to give birth?"

"Nobody ingests or excretes. Language remains unblue. Smoking and cursing are out of bounds, as is drunkenness, although personally I wouldn’t go near the place without a hip flask."

"The general opinion of “Revenge of the Sith" seems to be that it marks a distinct improvement on the last two episodes, “The Phantom Menace” and “Attack of the Clones". True, but only in the same way that dying from natural causes is preferable to crucifixion."

"The one who gets me is Yoda. May I take the opportunity to enter a brief plea in favor of his extermination? (...) Also, while we’re here, what’s with the screwy syntax? Deepest mind in the galaxy, apparently, and you still express yourself like a day-tripper with a dog-eared phrase book. “I hope right you are.” Break me a fucking give."