The Fanboy Strikes Back, or Something
That’s right: Part 1 of fucking 7. A full decade after the release of “The Phantom Menace”, some guy releases a seventy minute review of the film. But if a seventy-minute fanboy hate-letter to a film isn’t strange enough, no worry. There’s also: Surprisingly incisive analysis of what makes a conventional action film work; a quick nod to directors like Peckinpah and Herzog right after serial mispronunciation of the word “protagonist”; passionately detailed arguments delivered in a strangely focused monotone; a funny-creepy serial killer theme (complete with demonic Pizza Rolls); and a production quality that makes me think maybe you can apply the term “dirt-style” to editing itself.
I don’t even really know how to classify the thing, but I did watch it all from start to finish. Of course, maybe I’m exactly in its sweet spot: Film snob with enough of a nerd background that I can recount obscure trivia about the Star Wars films, even though I don’t actually like any of them.