The New Yorker review of the new Star Wars film is hilarious. He hates it. And he slams Yoda, whom I thought was universally loved.
The New Yorker: The Critics: The Current Cinema: "Also, while we'rere here, what's with the screwy syntax? Deepest mind in the galaxy, apparently, and you still express yourself like a day-tripper with a dog-eared phrase book. "I hope right you are." Break me a fucking give."