Anybody else out there done with goddamn Star Wars? As a person who works in media, I can’t wait for this blip in our collective attention span to fizzle out. For the past year I’ve been inundated with clickbait content about a frickin’ movie, many of these so-called stories concentrated on mind-numbingly banal details that are barely even related to the film -- be it the fact that Joseph Gordon-Levitt dressed as Yoda for the Hollywood premiere or that someone made video parodies that referenced the failed 1978 Star Wars special.
(Personally, my favorite stories have been those that ponder the question of what to do if Star Wars: The Force Awakens sucks. There’s even a helpful guide and a Facebook page for those planning to riot if this comes true*.)
https://twitter.com/daveanthony/status/676863130668929025
Yes, we’re almost at the obsession’s peak -- when everybody and their mom reviews it, be it on a blog or to a coworker in the staff kitchen -- and freedom is on the horizon. But before we let it become a distant pop-culture memory, let's take a moment to note that this deluge of media has had a bright spot, and its name is Gary Fisher.
No, not the mountain biking guy. I’m talking about Carrie Fisher’s dog, a black French bulldog with the face of an angel -- a big, dumb, so sweet-you-want-to-eat-it angel.