Oh lordy. So tired. So full from dinner. Still have a list of things to do. Help.
I will tell you this, though. I’m sitting here watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and becoming irrationally yet increasingly annoyed with George Lucas. While on a trip yesterday to see The Muppets, we saw that the Star Wars franchise is being re-released in 3-D. Also, my husband told me that Lucas’s plan with Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, that ridiculous homage to a character who should now be writing his memoirs and advising post-grads and not running through quicksand with a tired-looking Karen Allen, was to have Shia LeBeouf take over that franchise and start anew.
Seriously, Lucas. The eighties are over. Hey, I miss them, too. They were awesome. You were awesome. Go out on high note, dude. Here’s an idea: come up with new movie. No. No. I mean an entirely new movie.
By the way, The Muppets? A very good movie. Jason Segal really gets what the Muppets meant to my generation. The world may be too cynical now for a comeback, though. But, Miss Piggy, I want you know that my daughter, Evie, loves you as much as I did. And thank you, Mr. Henson, for giving us something that is genuine, sincere and timeless. Thanks for not messing with perfection.
(I’m looking at you, Lucas.)