What the hell is nostalgia doing in a science-fiction film? With the whole universe and all the future to play in, Lucas took his marvelous toys and crawled under the fringed cloth on the parlor table, back into a nice safe hideyhole, along with Flash Gordon and the Cowardly Lion and Huck Skywalker and the Flying Aces and the Hitler Jugend. If there's a message there, I don't think I want to hear it.
Well, honey, I guess this is the time I have to tell you... I've been having an affair with the neighbor... hood.
Did the ten thousand years before thy birth trouble thee? Well, no more will the ten thousand after thy death.
There is also this attraction to blood. When you're on top of a body it tends to purge blood out of its mouth, while you're making passionate love... you'd have to be there, I guess.
here's what i consider hiding: producing inoffensive, corporate-penned, vanilla-bean love-story family-friendly made-for-mainstream-radio music that won't offend a single person. and won't make anybody laugh, won't make anybody think, won't make anybody wonder, won't make anybody talk, and won't change anybody's life. THAT, my friends, is hiding behind art.