Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Anthony Lane cheekily trashes Episode III in the new New Yorker. A funny antidote to A.O. Scott's rave. I guess we'll find out in a few hours. . .


Blogger Will said...

Jesus Christ... that's the most joyless, bilious critique of anything I've ever read. I mean, sure, some of the flaws he points out are inarguable, and they probably occurred to everyone watching, but this censure comes from a much darker place than a sterile, disinterested reading. He's harboring a limitless contempt for the entire story. Maybe for all of fantasy fiction, or at least that of the cinematic variety. Anyone who thinks Obi-Wan Kenobi is "nauseating" or that Yoda should be slaughtered on general principle is the wrong man for this job. I know very little about this guy, but from this essay he seems like the kind of pompous "scholar" who asserts that serious, meaningful filmmaking ended with the death of Robert Bresson. How he got assigned to cover anything belonging to the Star Wars franchise I'll never comprehend.

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