Skywalker is a frantic, disjointed mess—not a movie with good ideas poorly executed, not even a movie with bad ideas, but a movie with no ideas at all, save for saccharine paeans to fandom and nostalgia. As a story, it is empty and unengaging to the point of boredom. As a cinematic product, it is surprisingly lackluster, with shoddy effects and muddy visuals. And as an entry in the Star Wars franchise, an ostensibly major part of the pop-culture canon, it is a wasted opportunity: a total failure of both creative imagination and corporate brand management.
We were watching The Sound Of Music last night while trimming the tree. Someone else was on Twitter, and linked this spoof from eight years ago, that I’d never seen.
We’re thinking of getting out, too. I’ve loved this state since I first visited it on a family vacation over half a century ago, but the inmates are running the asylum in Sacramento.
I was alive then, a few months after Apollo 11, but I’d never heard the full story of what had happened there; I only knew that there was another music festival, like Woodstock.
At the Space Settlement Summit a few weeks ago, I pointed out that there are some people who will oppose space settlement not because of the cost, but because they think that humanity is an infestation that must not be allowed to spread beyond the planet of its birth. Here’s a good example (for anyone who was a fan of Momoa before).