Tag: Star Wars
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The best television of 2022
Congratulations to us! We have once again survived a year of “content,” and yet another etch on the sliding scale between what used to be short- and long-form filmed storytelling, and whatever this medium is en route to becoming. And hey, bonus round: we did at least a sixth of it without twitter. And how…
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Rix Road
“THE DEAD SPEAK!!” So began the final episode of A More Civilized Age‘s mini-season of Andor coverage, recapping and responding to the season finale of Lucasfilm’s finest achievement in the Disney era*. Since about twelve hours after I got back from Egypt, I having been devouring this podcast ravenously. I’ve had cause to reflect, in…
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Fans want power
in which it becomes clear that power fantasies for children have fucked up a generation or two of grown-ups
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“The Republic doesn’t exist out here”
Here I am again: early-praising something that I’m sure will turn out to be heartily disappointing, or incomplete, or about Luke Skywalker, or will reach its endgame to reveal that it was actually the detailed backstory of Grand Moff Jerjerrod all along. (Looking at you, Karn.) But I cannot help it: as someone on the…
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How we live now (in the star wars)
Last month I found myself thinking, as one does, about lightsabres — my lightsabre, more specifically; well, one of my lightsabres, to be more specific still, since I’ve owned several.
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Thank goodness this isn’t a newsletter
Correction: a *paid* newsletter that you expect me to write on any kind of a cadence
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May the 4th is not Star Wars Day
The joke is bad and you should feel bad This piece, originally published on TIFF’s The Review on May 4 2017, remains relevant every year. Star Wars is meant to be seen on a big screen. It is meant to be seen with its original, non-digital effects intact. And its arrival into the world is…
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Back foot
I spent the weekend playing D&D. A fine thing. Thirteen hours on Saturday and another 7-ish on Sunday. Returned to the city with no real sense of what the hell was going on or what I had to do next; a blank slate. Consequently, I’ve spent the week feeling like I was always a step…