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I Got 88 Seconds and a Wookiee Ain’t One: Cinephilic Musings on the ‘Star Wars: The Force Awakens’ Teaser

I had a plan, I swear. In the days leading up to November 28th, me and a friend had negotiated the logistics of seeing a movie at one of the theatres listed on J.J.’s announcement—what to do if they’re sold out, what to do if for some reason we picked a movie that had no trailer in front of it (Plan B: sneak into the beginning of a different movie after ours ended)—all in the name of the purity of experiencing the Star Wars: The Force Awakens trailer as it was meant to be experienced. As a spectacle, as a special event, as a collective moment of excitement and anticipation.

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TIFF 2013: The refreshing promise of ‘Half of a Yellow Sun’ is swiftly wasted

Every few years, a film with a variation on this plot comes around: “Social strife is happening in x African country. The story is being told through the eyes of x, whose private life is changed forever in the face of a country crumbling around him”. You know these films. They’re your Blood Diamonds, Hotel Rwandas, and Last King of Scotlands.

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