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I’ll admit it. When I first read the news about Shia LeBeouf being in Indiana Jones 4, I thought they were talking about the chick with the rack there, on the left. What? Her name could be Shia. Frankly, I find myself contending with no small amount of disappointment. No, turns out Shia LeBeouf is going to be playing Indy’s son. I won’t wax indignant about the progressive storytelling possibilities of having Indiana Jones have a swashbuckling archaeologist’s daughter instead of a son, because frankly, I’d still be hoping she looked like… that’s right. Chick with the rack.

Anyway, I won’t speak to my continuing dismay about Indiana Jones 4 apparently not being a pipe dream after all, despite no one I know actually wanting such a thing to happen. Of course, because it is an Indiana Jones film, and Indiana Jones is one of my favorite film franchises of all time, my curiosity will overcome my reticence, and I’ll be there anyway, all my bitching notwithstanding. I will probably even get excited, to the everlasting glee of close friends who delight in seeing me err deeply and mumble with remorse later. They’re watching. Always watching.

However, in the column of things I do want to see happen, James Cameron has confirmed his casting of Sigourney Weaver in his new film, Avatar. Now, I’ll readily admit that I don’t know the first thing about Avatar, partially because I can’t make heads or tails of the vague plot summaries I’ve found online (it’s in 3D? What?) and partially because I just love to be surprised — the reuinion of Weaver and Cameron is good enough for me. Well, that and the fact that whatever Avatar is about, it’s almost certainly not about a petty con and a spoiled brat trapped on a leaky boat.

In one other enticing tidbit from Sci-Fi Wire, LucasArts is developing The Force Unleashed, the game which, if it lives up to its promise, will finally grant the wish of Star Wars fanboys everywhere — namely, hunting down Jedi with Darth Vader somewhere between Episodes III and IV. At one time, this alone would have been enough to secure my purchase; LucasArt’s somewhat spotty record since those days will keep me waiting and watching. But still, as far as Star Wars game concepts go, you could do a lot worse than striding around with Darth Vader choking motherfuckers out. I just hope there are no minigames where Vader gets drunk after hours, starts crying over Padme, and you have to talk him down or get him a cab or something.

Updates this week! No, really, I mean it! Yes, I’m painfully aware that it’s nigh unto the end of February and there are five goddamn stories written for the mont, more than half of them the Reverend’s fine Macropodian offerings. Mea culpa and all that.

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