It didn’t really matter how the 85th Annual Academy Awards (is it still okay to call them the Academy Awards? I know those crazy youngsters at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences are trying to bring in to kids by calling them simply “The Oscars”) went after the first ten minutes were through. I just didn’t care. Not that I had particularly deep thoughts one way or the other about them, but after the opening sequence, I was ready for anything.
I guess the J.J. Abrams/Star Wars thing is a pretty big deal. And it is, but I can only put so much emotional investment in Episode VII, or prequels featuring Han Solo and Boba Fett. I do love Star Wars, but that affection is really just limited to the original trilogy. I can sit through the other three, and I can enjoy elements of them, but if I never get another chance to do that in my life, I’ll probably be okay. And I’ve seen roughly ten or fifteen minutes of Clone Wars.