what is wrong with you people?
have you no shame?
after the farce that was episode 1+2, without question two of the most insultingly stupid films in movie history, you are going to bend over and let the pedophile-who-was-eaten-by-his-own-neck assrape you again?
these movies have NO STORY to follow, have no characters let alone character development, are totally inconsistent with their own logic and the logic of the following movies, have possibly the worst dialogue ever to make it to the big screen, turn decent actors into poor impersonations of rocks, and replace any human feeling whatsoever with computer-generated horseshit. this new "post hans solo" universe is a pretentious, antiseptic creation, totally devoid of charm, wit, levity, or a sense of its own absurdity, qualities that made the original star wars movies mad fun.
the new star wars are the best attempts to suck the life out of life that i have ever seen. hours and hours of shots devoid of meaning--nothing left but the unadulterated pain of watching the twisted fantasies of a megalomaniac who has lost all touch with art and reality.
the sad thing is that fanboys all over the world are turning out in the millions to applaud this massacre. are they even watching the movies? or are they so blinded by hype, the nostalgia, and their own childhood memories, that they can't see the fat fuck of an emperor has no clothes?
perhaps these movies are the exact sickness that current society deserves. americans chose a president that embodied the worst elements of their character, and now the plastic world of the early 21st-century embraces the Wax Man Lucas and his waxen creations as the second coming.
it's like watching a cool underground club scene--one that had warmth and filth and power and grit--descend into a slick, neon, commercial-whore-house, with Paul Wankenfold doing his jesus pose to pre-mixed sets, and nobody noticing the difference between then and now.
If the original Star Wars trilogy was Sean Cusick on the best night of his life, then the new Star Wars is Tiesto bent over the decks, getting assrammed by Oakenfold to the beat, while they watch the live feed on a TV monitor in the booth, cheering themselves on. And the crowd goes crazy.
have you no shame?
after the farce that was episode 1+2, without question two of the most insultingly stupid films in movie history, you are going to bend over and let the pedophile-who-was-eaten-by-his-own-neck assrape you again?
these movies have NO STORY to follow, have no characters let alone character development, are totally inconsistent with their own logic and the logic of the following movies, have possibly the worst dialogue ever to make it to the big screen, turn decent actors into poor impersonations of rocks, and replace any human feeling whatsoever with computer-generated horseshit. this new "post hans solo" universe is a pretentious, antiseptic creation, totally devoid of charm, wit, levity, or a sense of its own absurdity, qualities that made the original star wars movies mad fun.
the new star wars are the best attempts to suck the life out of life that i have ever seen. hours and hours of shots devoid of meaning--nothing left but the unadulterated pain of watching the twisted fantasies of a megalomaniac who has lost all touch with art and reality.
the sad thing is that fanboys all over the world are turning out in the millions to applaud this massacre. are they even watching the movies? or are they so blinded by hype, the nostalgia, and their own childhood memories, that they can't see the fat fuck of an emperor has no clothes?
perhaps these movies are the exact sickness that current society deserves. americans chose a president that embodied the worst elements of their character, and now the plastic world of the early 21st-century embraces the Wax Man Lucas and his waxen creations as the second coming.
it's like watching a cool underground club scene--one that had warmth and filth and power and grit--descend into a slick, neon, commercial-whore-house, with Paul Wankenfold doing his jesus pose to pre-mixed sets, and nobody noticing the difference between then and now.
If the original Star Wars trilogy was Sean Cusick on the best night of his life, then the new Star Wars is Tiesto bent over the decks, getting assrammed by Oakenfold to the beat, while they watch the live feed on a TV monitor in the booth, cheering themselves on. And the crowd goes crazy.
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