|Nor will we be singing the song.|
|Pictured: basically me, but with|
a centuries old conflict instead of
you know, contentious nerd fights.
|Kirk punching Khan with two fists joined|
into one, thus doubling his punch power.
I mean sure, that excitement usually comes at the cost of plausible science, but neither side's writers are going to be winning the Nobel anytime soon.
|I'm not a physicist, but those look like some gigantic blue glowing space engines there on|
the back of that Star Destroyer. Hope they never need to slow down or stop or anything...
|I mean for real.|
Except of course for Yaddle. Introduced in Episode One, Yaddle is Yoda in a wig which, in addition to totally ruining Yoda's mysterious, one of a kind-ness, is just lazy.
|Oh, don't look at me like that, you know it's true.|
|Like say, any subtlety at all.|
|"This is a replicator, it can construct objects from energy |
patterns stored in...um...magic food slot...it is a magic food slot."
-Data, future-splaining the replicator
to some guy from the 1980's
|Seriously? No one in the room|
thought this was a terrible idea?
It's cool that Star Wars never lets a message bog down the story, though I'm not sure it really has a message other than teaching us that the there are only really a couple dozen people around whom the universe revolves while the rest of the trillions of sentient beings are nameless schlubs whose only purpose is to get blown up in order to give more heroic people a weighty backstory. Although I suppose that makes Star Wars just like real life. Anyway, Happy May the Fourth or whatever!
|Above: Just some of the Star Wars' universe's countless, hapless inhabitants|
who had the misfortune of not being related to the Skywalkers about, to
get a face full of Ginger Space Nazi's scientifically dubious planet killer.