Johnny Williams is all up in the Star Wars news, announcing that he would like to score the new trilogy. Don’t you almost feel as though they have to let the dude indulge in one last Forceful dalliance? Meanwhile, Michael Giacchino was prepping for his moment in the SWU when he heard the news. Abrams’ fave soundtracking bro now stands alone in a field of sadness. Don’t despair, Giacchino! Maybe J.J. pulls a power move, instead awarding you the privilege. Who knows.
Well, crap. This one is a kick to the jimmies. It is looking like a plethora of talented Hollywood directors want nothing to do with the utter landmine that Episode VII could turn out to be. Guillermo del Toro is one of those directors. Even prior to The Franchise’s Resurrection, my brother and I would bandy about this good sir’s name. His love of creature creation, his appreciation for the use of prosthetics and make-up over CGI. All of these were a few of our favorite things. Whelp, he is out. O-u-t.
It’s with a tearful eye and a hyper-extended thumbs-up that I bid farewell to 2012.
The last twelve months have been some of the finest of my entire life. And I’m not exaggerating. Unlike those saccharine slobs who always clamor about the present hour being their finest and the preceding moments nothing more than the bliss-steps to their existence plateaus, I have no illusions about the fact that I’ve chalked up some miserable years. I’ve anguished through entire calendars, burnin’ `em up with fuel of the most incendiary sort.
Self-doubt! Resentment! Apathy! Vitriol! Cynicism! Sally forth towards the mire!
But 2012 was a whole different beast. Sure, there definitely some moments when my nostrils were assailed by the wispy vapors of the aforementioned propellants. But repugnance was ultimately cast aside, overpowered by the surfeit of wonder! It’s almost as though entertainment and art and love formed a giant sword-wieldin’, monster-destroyin’ mech, and I got to pilot the son-of-a-bitch!
Anyways, it looks as though every crew member of Spaceship OL is delivering their year-end highlights, so I’m going to join the party. But since I’ve garnered a reputation as being the erratic, currently-undiagnosed-but-we’re-working-on-it, hack-writin’ resident of the crew, I’m going to switch things up a bit. Each of my highlights will be paired with an Ultra-Dimensional Portal! By clicking on any UDP, a hole will be punched in space-time, and your consciousness will be projected astrally.
Got it? Okay, here’s one last look at 2012!