i’ll say it til the cows come home but as undeniably strange as the star wars prequels are, george lucas’ direction with anakin was downright fucking inspired. people were waiting for whatever badass backstory lucas was sure to give them, awaiting a naturally intimidating actor with rogueish charm to be cast, waiting for this masterpiece of badass villainy or whatever, and george lucas is like no, no, i’ve got you. and then he finds the one man on the planet who looked babier than baby mark hamill and says, “his main personality trait will be being weird and awkward, secondary personality trait loving his wife, tertiary personality trait being incredibly good at murder, and all of these traits will do battle on the silver screen for three movies until they all win in possibly the worst way.” that fucking rules. george lucas could’ve done anything with darth vader and he willingly, enthusiastically chose mentally unstable college student who is somehow married but his only friend is his kind-of dad. that fucking rules, top down, that’s fucking exquisite. if you don’t think that premise is inherently entertaining you’ve got no taste
i could never be american because whenever I get a big drink I’m like oh great now I have to drink this big drink. i have to take care of this big drink they gave me. everything is terrible in the world
too many upset americans in the notes of this post. why don’t you come over and take care of that big ass drink for me then. why don’t you carry it around for me. you must’ve built up a lot of muscle dragging those drinks around every day. why don’t you help me drink it since you’re oh so experienced at drinking big drinks. two straws. one cup. why don’t you tenderly look into my eyes over the styrofoam rim. we could share a moment and a drink together, feel the intimacy of experiencing the same thing at the same time. at the end of the day my opinion on big drinks will have shifted. it’s not the sugar on my lips that changed my mind. i love you but I’ll never say. you mistake my fear for indifference and we break each other’s hearts. I’m resentful towards big drinks again but it’s for a far more complicated reason than just my being European. not that anyone would ever notice the difference. well, except for you, I suppose. funny to think that the only person who knows that about me is a complete stranger. who said that
