Remember a trash can!

Fistfight between “guy moving forward in time” and “guy moving backwards in time” probably read like gangbusters on paper, but felt like awkward interpretive dance in execution.

“The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad”

"I can't sing. I can't dance...I can't write. But I'm pretty. And I can make money from pretty"

A desiccated, turgid, exquisite corpse.

Surely has been said somewhere but this should’ve just been called Retcon of the Last Jedi.

Soulless, cardboard, corporate, computer crap.