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mai 25, 2005
The New Yorker: Star Wars III critic
The New Yorker has a critic of the latest Star Wars movie. Let's say that the critic is not shy to say what he thinks of the movie... I still intent to go see the movie, but I must admit that this review is just candy.
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? Mind you, how Padmé got pregnant is anybody’s guess, although I’m prepared to wager that it involved Anakin nipping into a broom closet with a warm glass jar and a copy of Ewok Babes. After all, the Lucasian universe is drained of all reference to bodily functions. 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.
Read the article on the New Yorker web site.
Posted by gfk at mai 25, 2005 6:28 PM
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