18 May 2005

"Break Me A Fucking Give"

      It seems Anthony Lane at The New Yorker is in a catty mood, viciously but hilariously clawing at The Revenge of the Sith in his latest review.   How catty is it?   Some evidence:

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.
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.
Most devastating is Lane's assault on Yoda, which has to be read to be disbelieved.   Very, very funny, but clearly Lucas tapped into Lane's inner bitch.   All Lane's missing is the entourage hooting, "You go, girl!"

      In a word, Meow!

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