A fucking Hungarian film magazine’s cover, of all sources, has provided us Star Wars filth-stains with more The Last Jedi wanking material. Broken Dude looking Dark Side as Fuck (again), though really just looking like Broken Dude.
After the jump for the official cover.
After the jump, spoilerphobes!
Whelp. The first look at Luke Skywalker has leaked. I’m putting it past a spoiler wall, though shitty other sites aren’t. It’s not a frame from the movie, nor is it a publicity still. It’s about what you’d expect if you ever wondered, “what would Luke Skywalker look like as a Jedi Master?”, but I feel you if you want to hold off experiencing it until the film.
Yeah this is legitimately not news at all. But it’s Star Wars and I’m a dirty gaping maw eagerly wanting to be filled with all bits of Episode VII minutiae.
I don’t particularly buy this rumor, but I really dig anything Star Wars related. So I’ll indulge it. If the latest batch of boiling nonsense is to be believed, Episode VII is going to be starring Uncle Luke and his Force-sensitive niece and nephew.
The latest acquisition for some sort of asshole with too much money are the pants that Luke Skywalker wore while he and a bunch of terrorists were running around destroying Space-Stations in A New Hope. Them fuckers didn’t go cheap, either.
Okay, I don’t know if it is technically an Episode VII rendition of Luke Skywalker by Phil Noto. What I do know is that it is a gorgeous rendition of an older Skywalker by the brilliant artist. I can’t get enough.
Well shit! Shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that Marky Hamill thinks he is going to be up in the Episode VIIIIIIIIIII (or something) house. His melty faced companion Hans Solow is going to be in the film, so why wouldn’t he? Still though, the actor hasn’t signed any sort of agreement yet. I mean, this is all just a formality at this point. Right?
Denis Medri has imagined Star Wars characters as teens in the 1980s, and the result is about as balling as you would expect. There is nothing like multi-cultural-inbreeding to bring out the rampant nostalgia beasts. They have like a zillion horns, drink only at soda foundations, and have been known to demand their McDonald’s in styrofoam.