Daedalus Howell: A Star Wars Story finds me as Lando Calrissian’s PR guy, having somehow discredited myself as a reporter at the Dagobah Post Dispatch. I try to do something chivalrous for a slave girl and it turns out she’s an undercover space cop for the New Republic.
Officially, he doesn’t exist. He has no past, no story — he’d be prime black-ops material if he wasn’t part of the most visible cultural phenomena of the past two centuries. And, then again, he isn’t really visible at all. They say he’s a mistake. Ever see Star Wars? Yeah, well, he’s not in it. […]
Just across the freeway from my professional wasteland is Kerner Blvd. where Industrial Light and Magic once was and where I let my mind wonder while contemplating my own feature film, Pill Head.
Use the force, Harry. — Gandalf. Yep, about sums it up. Spotted at Diesel, A Bookstore, in Oakland, CA.
With the recent announcement that Harrison Ford will be reprising his role as Han Solo in J. J. Abrams’ Star Wars VII, all manner of Solo-themed notions have loomed large over the culture. It’s brought to mind another Han who has inevitably benefitted from a spike in collateral search traffic. Han Shan, the 7th century Tang Dynasty […]