Monday, August 18, 2008

Oh George... Why? Why, why, why?

Why does Lucas torture us like this?

Okay, okay we get it. You don't care about your core audience: Understood. You march to the beat of your own drummer: Whatever. You wear a tin-foil hat to keep the aliens from controlling your brain: To each their own.

But to do it over and over again (now with The Clone Wars), its like watching a family member who can't quit the hard-stuff.

George, you used to be so good... Remember StarWars: A Film Like No Other? Remember Raiders? American Graffiti: those were happy days. Come on, we want the OLD George back... Not some crazy, out-of-touch hermit who keeps shoveling out to the magic money machine.

What we need is an intervention. Can't Spielberg send in Jeff VanVonderen?

George, please, will you get help today? And the Skywalker Ranch doesn't count as a rehab center.

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