JJ Abrams makes me so jealous I could strangle an ewok. Seriously. The dude has my name. He saved the Mission: Impossible franchise (which was completely unnecessary but somehow worked anyways). He made a Spielberg movie. He forced millions of people who never cared about Star Trek to actually care about Star Trek. He managed to trick the world into thinking that Fringe was not a remake of The X-Files. And now he’s resurrecting Star Wars from the hollow death that was Episodes I-III. I wish I could hate him, but deep down inside I know that I really want to buy him a soda and talk movies for hours.