Rather than a productive afternoon, I've worn out the re-dial button in a futile attempt to get Meredith tickets and have watched 'Lost in La Mancha.'
While chatting about the use of puppets in his failed production of 'The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, Terry Gilliam sums up one of my pet hates about George Lucas:
"All through the film we were trying not to rely on CGI; to do things for real...They're full of surprises these puppets; they never do exactly what you want, and that's what makes a movie alive, you know. The opposite is to do Star Wars, where everything is done exactly the way George Lucas wants it to be; there are no surprises, no spontaneity, no mistakes, it's dead, it's a dead thing...Everything we tried to make, those visceral moments which you can never plan, happen and you can keep everything alive."
...now I have to indulge the topic further and comment on an awesome act of narcissism that seems to have gone unremarked; how did lucas succeed in inflicting slight variations of his own massively unattractive quiff upon the male leads of the Star Wars prequels?
An example:
