Attack of the Clones. Attack of the Clones?!?! For fuck’s sake, Georgie, have you lost what little mind you had? I mean, there were some pretentious ass names floating around in rumors, and some pure shite ones as well, but I have to say, I really have to say, that every last one of them was so much better than Attack of the Clones as to be painful.

As if having a film called Attack of the Clones isn’t painful enough as it is…..

I mean, I suppose I shouldn’t be terribly surprised. The man writes hideously trite dialogue, after all, and gods save us from his few attempts at novelization….but, really, title-wise, he’s never been half bad. And disappointing as Phantom Menace was, didn’t it just have a slick title? It made no sense, but it sounded good. I…I think I’m actually going to have to erase this bit from my memory. Go back to the sweet, glorious days when my brain simply referenced it as “Ep2” or, in a pinch, “The Clone Wars.” Which, let’s face it, was one of those nice titles that is simple, understated, classy, sums things up without giving away details, and — best of all, from a writer’s point of view — hands itself to you on a parchment sheaf, in pretty-yet-easy-to-read calligraphy.

And y’know, if the old noggin can’t manage to delete George’s brain fart on its own….I’ve got a hacksaw and Brillo pad that should work nicely.