Revalation from a dream: I don't care about these people anymore.

[azurelunatic]

Star Wars is dead, long live Star Wars.

I dreamed I was angsting over whether I was going to see the new Star Wars movie or not. It was being built up to a big thing in the dream. Finally, when Sandstrom showed up, I burst out, "I don't care about these people anymore!", which is the most deadly phrase that the fans of anything can say.

Dream-Sandstrom grinned and said that he was going to watch the last movie -- he was going to use it and then get out of there. It wasn't the good stuff but he didn't care -- and this is the last one.


Lucas is our King.
He cannot write a single thing.
He only cares about the bling.
Lucas is our King.

I guess I care what happens to Obi-Wan Kenobi, but I know he turns out OK. So does R2. So does Darth Vader. (I care about Darth Vader, but not about whinypants.) So I already know what eventually happens to these people. I don't care what happens in Episode 3. Star Wars is dead.

Comments

[azurelunatic]

You make it sound almost enjoyable.

I shan't be waiting in breathless anticipation, though I suppose I'll wind up seeing it. Boycotting it would be more stupid than waiting breathlessly.

[wibbble]

Episode Two was acceptable. If Episode Three does better than 'acceptable' I'll be happy. As with number two, I'm not going to go in with high expectations.

Boycotting is pretty pointless, because all the more rabid fans won't and it'll make a ton of money anyway. It could be 90 minutes of Jar-Jar Binks maturbating over VHS copies of the original (pre-Special Edition) films, and it would still make a ton of money.

[azurelunatic]

I think that Binks bukkake would be a little too much for even the diehard fans. It would make some sea life fetishists happy, though...