Hey, remember that song with the naked guy that sort of sounded like Sting and the triangles and the body painting? What if you took that hymn to mopey self-pity and used it to channel the confusion and betrayal felt by everyone that remembers a time before midi-chlorians? In short, the Star Wars that I used to know. This brilliantly executed pardody is required viewing for today. You’ll never guess who takes the role of Kimbra.
(via Blame It On the Voices)
- Classic sci-fi films as micro-scale LEGO sets
- Amazing Escher-esque Star Wars model
- A baby and his Millennium Falcon
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