The only good thing about George Lucas…


… is that by creating “Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith” he gave Anthony Lane at The New Yorker the opportunity to write a review.

I know this is an old piece, I know that Star Wars is a roadside accident fast receding in our rear view mirrors, and yet I’m delighted that I unearthed this essay once again.

It opens:

Sith. What kind of a word is that? Sith. It sounds to me like the noise that emerges when you block one nostril and blow through the other, but to George Lucas it is a name that trumpets evil.

This is a must read for anyone who is convinced that critics can only be subsidiary to artists, the leeches who feast on real creatives’ work. Lane proves that one can springboard off trash, and create Art.

Because of Lane, I forgive Lucas. For everything.