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When Sam digs around in his toy chest, examining and then discarding various toys by tossing them back over his shoulder, he reminds me of Yoda in The Empire Strikes Back, harassing the always-annoying Luke.

The problem with Star Wars (beginning the sentence this way will almost surely cause George to hyperventilate -- he loves Star Wars so much, that if he could have married the movie, I probably wouldn't have stood a chance with him) was the decision to cast Mark Hamill as Luke. God, that guy was such a dweeb. He whined his way through three freaking movies.

"Awwww, Uncle Owen. It's not fair! I want to be a Jedi, like my father. Blah, blah, blah."

What kind of a hero is that? And let's not even talk about the incestuous angle, where Luke spends the first two and a half movies lusting after Leia, only to find out a the very end of the third that she's his sister. Yuck.

I've always wished the trilogy had ended with Luke going over to the dark side, and Hans Solo zooming in and blowing up Luke, Darth Vadar and the rest into smithereens. Now that would have been one cool-ass movie.

Posted 15 October 2004 at 03:05 PM