R.I.P LucasArts, you taught me that as long as you're solving puzzles, you can fit an infinite number of objects in your pants. I can't say I was the greatest fan of the snippet of media we got about Star Wars 1313. Flashy and quite good looking for sure, but it was really just going to be an R-rated Gears of War meets Uncharted in the Star Wars universe.
In retrospect, that sounds like the greatest thing ever.
And to keep the sad wagon rolling, Roger Ebert died. he'd become such a mainstay of film critique that it'll likely take me years to stop checking for his level-headed reviews of modern crap. What depresses me to no end is that it's possible The Host was the last film he ever watched.
Just let that sink in.