I don’t know how to feel about this.  Let me first say I’ll post the links at the bottom later so you can read about it in detail.  Ok, the first rush of emotion that hit me was that I feel bad that George Lucas probably feels like shit from years of people telling him he can go die after what he did to Star Wars.  I mean, just look at how he worded that sentence.  That’s pain.  Nobody likes to hear about years of their work not appreciated.  Now, on the other hand after reading the New York Times article I also feel like he might just be some giant Beartard.  Maybe he’s just like the monster retard from that Mel Gibson movie and doesn’t mean to destroy everything he touches with his giant retard paws.

It’s his stuff though and he can do with it what he wants, but it’s not like the whole world didn’t tell him for 20 years that they liked everything just fine.  They didn’t say not to fuck with it either and apparently you have to be very specific with beartards or they’ll run out into street and  try to eat the wheels off of moving cars.

I feel like I owe Mr. Lucas for so many good things, not just Star Wars.  I love Indiana Jones but he God damn ruined that too with that last heap of shit, and not just the refrigerator part - the whole fuckin movie was bad.  I’m torn!  I had a great time a few months ago walking around ILM in San Francisco.  Even the Starbucks there was dripping in Star Wars goodness. Star Wars was something I was into for so much of my life and I tried to like the prequels, and I tried to like the glut of crappy Star Wars products dumped all over the earth… but I just don’t.  I guess he just lost his touch.  That really sucks for him and I hope he redeems himself.  Being stinking rich helps you sleep better at night, but it doesn’t take away that sting when people want to puke after seeing your new movie.  I still love you Mr. Lucas, I don’t know why but I forgive you.

Links: Kotaku, New York Times

19 January 2012 ·

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