Hardest I've laughed all week....

Was at Anthony Lane's delightful poioson-pen letter to George Lucas in this week's New Yorker.

Anakin, too, is a divided figure, wrenched between his Jedi devotion to selfless duty and a lurking hunch that, if he bides his time and trashes his best friends, he may eventually get to wear a funky black mask and start breathing like a horse.