We went to see Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith today. I wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about the idea, but I’m still paying for dragging my partner to see Sideways, so that gives him quite a few picks before the bad-movie-choice balance is restored. (To his credit, he said he’d be fine with Batman Begins, too, but he almost always hates super-hero movies. I also can’t get past the fact that all of the promotional posters look like little Billy made a diorama for third grade using his Batman action figure.)
I honestly don’t remember the movie very well, because I got stuck on that disturbing Brawny Paper Towel commercial that ran before the previews. The one on television that looks like an audition reel for a boring gay porn video is bad enough, but this cinematic follow-up is just freakish beyond my wildest imaginings.
Who at Brawny thought it would be a good idea to promote their paper towels with a profoundly weird psycho-sexual death match between some hapless nebbish and a twink in a flannel shirt who likes to decorate cakes? They’re paper towels, for pity’s sake. You spill a brightly colored substance, you wipe up the brightly colored substance, and the suburban order is restored. How hard is that?
Oh, and in case anyone was wondering what I thought of SW:E3-RotS: Long it was. Nap I did.