The Litrovert

If you haven't guessed already, movies are kind of a big deal to me.  I love them.  Love them like a sea urchin.  Sea urchins don't get much love. Anyways, movies speak to me on a pretty profound level.  A powerful film can call forth a depth of emotion usually reserved for things like the birth of a child or a really good piece of cheesecake.  The first time I remember feeling this strongly about a film is when I saw The Lion King as a small, impressionable child.  I cannot adequately describe the feeling that this film produced in me.  Seriously - I just sat here trying to describe it, and I had nothing except a bad analogy about high school grad.  See?  You think it's bad and you didn't even READ it, because I deleted it.  That's how bad it was - it wasn't even good enough for a fourth-rate blog in this backwater hick-town corner of the internet. So you'll just have to imagine how The Lion King  made me feel.  This c...

Last night, my wife and I rented Star Wars: The Last Jedi  and watched it together for the first time.  Now, let's be clear on one thing - I am not a Star Wars  guy.  My fandom is pretty much limited to the hobbit/wizard/balrog spectrum - little green guys who speak with appalling grammar have never really done it for me. That being said, I always give a new movie a fair chance, even when it's not something I'm predisposed to like.  But no free passes here - when watching a new Star Wars  movie, a critical eye I will employ. Which leads me to The Last Jedi , or "TLJ"* for the fanboys.  Much as I want to be nice to all you Yoda-lovers out there, I have to say that this movie really did not do it for me.  It was not a good film.  It may have been a good Star Wars  film, but it was not a good film (there is a difference).  To be a good Star Wars  film, the bar is set pretty low. OK, that was a low blow, but you...