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“Where Is The Rant On JJ / SW?”

This question courtesy of my good buddy Paul R. Porkchop. Indeed, where is my rant on the nerd-shattering news that J.J. Abrams (who I think we can all agree is most famous for his writing credit on Jim Belushi’s Taking Care of Business) will be directing Star Wars The Seventh: R2’s Folly? Oh, here it is:

I don’t have much to say about Abrams being appointed new pope of Star Wars beyond he’s the boring, obvious choice for such an endeavor but I guess you can’t blame Disney / LFL for hedging their bets. J.J. makes pretty solid entertainment even when he shits the bed. Still, when you think about some of the truly inspired or inspiring choices they could have made for Episode VII, watching the “Lost” guy get it is pretty deflating. Nothing could possibly be worse than the prequels, so what do they have to lose hiring, oh, I don’t know, M. Gondry or David Fincher?

Of course, we have no way of knowing right now where Abrams landed on the list of potential SW7 directors. Maybe the Disnuts offered it to one or two or five other filmmakers before Mr. Sexy Star Trek was invited aboard. It’ll be interesting once the film comes out to hear who may have turned this sucker down or couldn’t commit due to scheduling conflicts. Has fate saved the world from witnessing Tarantino’s adrenalin-soaked take on Lando Calrissian? The mind boggles at the thought.

Unsolicited Soc Network Review

The Social Network
Starring: Jesse Eisenberg, Andrew Garfield, Justin Timberlake, Rashida Jones
Directed by David Fincher

The friends you make in college are the ones you hang onto for life, they say—unless you inadvertently create an immensely profitable cultural touchstone with your stupid little drinking buddies, in which case you’ll probably all end up bitter enemies engaged in soul-draining legal battles. This is what David Fincher’s Social Network teaches us; money changes everything. Also, power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely, and true men of Harvard avoid suing each other until they start to lose rowing competitions (file it under “emotional distress”).

Jesse Eisenberg plays Mark Zuckerberg, an insular code jockey who may or may not have swiped the idea for “the Facebook” (i.e. some bullshit on the computer where you can look at pictures of people you might wanna diddle) from a few less ambitious Ivy Leaguers. Zuckerberg’s partner from the beginning is Eduardo Saverin, who Andrew Garfield portrays as a likable kid saddled with the thankless task of somehow monetizing his friend’s upstart dot com. This sets the stage for Justin Timberlake’s turn as flashy Napster co-founder Sean Parker. Parker sees potential in the pair’s little Facebook thing and throws a load of cash at them. That’s when the real problems start.

Basically just another movie about the emotional / monetary perils of being a goddamn Yuppie, The Social Network works thanks to the finely-tuned performances of the main cast and Fincher’s expectedly great directing. It’s true, there isn’t much resolution in the end—no smoking gun proves any character was right or wrong in their actions—but you’ll probably still find yourself rather engrossed in the business drama of our current decade. And hey, they threw a Gluecifer song in there, too, so you can’t hate on that.

FINAL SCORE: Three and a half coke-snorting Timberlakes (out of four).