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somebody told me that you had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend that i had in february of last year

So I watched Star Wars: Episode III.

It did, as I had predicted, suck badly, but not to the extent I had thought it would. The acting was terrible, the dialogue was abismal, many scenes dragged on, and Jar Jar Binks was in it. Mercifully, he did not speak, and I did love the tiny appearance of Padme's maid/bodydouble, whose name escapes me at the moment. Also, with all the limbs flying about and people bursting into flames, I was vaguely reminded of Kill Bill, which made me laugh.

I did a lot of laughing.

Again, as with too many movies now-a-days, I'm always the one laughing the most at inapropriate moments during the film.

Redeeming qualities were of course the music (classic) and the orgasmic special effects, which were...uh, orgasmic. But that was all to be expected. I feel they used R2 D2 too much in this episode (actually, throughout the whole trilogy), but he was some much needed comic relief (for everyone else except me, as I laughed at everything anyways).

I was actually pretty happy about the fact that they introduced Luke and Leia at the end of the movie. With all the Birth! of twins, and Death! of Padme, and Birth! of Darth Vader, and Death! of Anakin, and YouCannotEscapeFate!Dooooom. OMGsoSYMBOLIC!!1!eleventy!!one!!1!

Well, yeah. I was also really disappointed in the whole Jedi genocide thing. I mean, sure, they weren't expecting the clone soldiers to turn on them, but come on. It seems most of them went down without even raising an eyebrow. Or tentacle. Or gill. I mean, I'm no expert on Star Wars, but these are Jedi Masters are they not? Those tiny Australian kids put up more of a fight.

Anyhow, I was laughing a lot, yes, but actual cringing was at a minimum, and that alone makes it better than the first two episodes.

Also, my comment box seems to not be working, but I cannot bring myself to care about it enough to learn how to fix it.

:: britt was abducted @ 9:32 PM, Friday, May 27, 2005 ::

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oh simple thing where have you gone

Bad luck seems to hitting the whole family recently - my grandma had minor surgery for maybe malignent/maybe benign skin cancer, my mom lost her keys (again), my dad wrecked the car (again), my brother may not graduate this summer (again), and I won't be going to school in the summer (again).

Yeesh.

So all those people who I promised I'd visit....oops. Sorry. But I really don't have a car...

On a completely different vein, the day of Star Wars III nationwide release (or day before, technically) father-dear and I went down to the Arclight to watch Kung-Fu Hustle and were treated to a freak show mini star wars con freak show of plastic light sabers, potato sack robes, storm troopers, darth vaders and Leia in a gold bikini. It was very scary. There was even a mock Lightsaber fight (timed, no doubt, to one of the climactic fights in episode II). I would have tried to watch it but the mass of sweaty, hairy, plastic-covered people with long pointed sticks were sufficient in keeping me the hell away.

On the bright side, this was Star Wars and not Star Trek, so no one was speaking Klingon. It's these kinds of things which remind me why I don't go to Anime Cons.

Kung-Fu Hustle was great, by the way.

I've also learned that there is going to be a movie adaptation of the novel Memoirs of a Geisha slated for release 2005, which makes me squirm with giddyness - although Zhang Ziyi has netted the main role of Sayuri, so unless the film is in Mandarin (which it isn't), I can't imagine how she'll pull it off as I have equally dubious opinions of Zhang's English and Japanese skills. There's a reason she doesn't have a speaking role in Rush Hour 2.

In anime news, Naruto and Sasuke are gay.

And I guess that sums it all up pretty well

:: britt was abducted @ 10:51 PM, Wednesday, May 25, 2005 ::

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