What can I say? Growing up I never watched a certain movie franchise. Sure I’ve seen it parodied with Spaceballs and on Saturday morning cartoons like Muppet Babies. It was hard to escape the constant references to it, so I was pretty sure I knew about the story well enough despite never watching it.
Then earlier this year I finally decided to watch it, and boy was it a let down. The movie is fine. It is good, but it has its problems. It’s too referential, too self-conscious, too into itself. For how rabid the fans are of this movie, I would expect something better — something along the lines of Barbarella. Then again, there are a lot of people who loved The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and I really couldn’t stand those movies.
So I’m probably never going to watch this seventh movie. And for those of my friends who are afraid I will judge them harshly for being wrapped up in this mediocre masturbation fest, never you worry your hearts: I will judge you harshly. In fact, I already have.
Meanwhile, I’m in the middle of re-reading The Brothers Karamazov. I just got through the “Grand Inquisitor” chapter. Holy shit. Dostoevsky is good.