You will remember Darth Vader as being quite mean and prone to temper tantrums and the odd (murderous) moodswing.
Now some clever clogs has merged a drop of Snatch (dir. Guy Ritchie, the geezer wot used to tap Madonna) with Star Wars, producing an altogether more nastier “Brick Vader”.
Fill your eyeballs (or, if you’re a full-on hatwearing NGK sort, you might want to insert moist biltong plugs in your ears)…
Whoo. How was that for you? Nice? I liked it. Reminds me of the time I hit on a blonde in a white miniskirt in “The Dodgy Dog and Duck” in the darkest, deepest part of London’s East End. And her bodybuilder boyfriend came over to ask if “everything was OK?”. What followed led me to suspect that he had, in fact, starred in Snatch. Not so nice. So I was forced to deck him. Yes. I did. No pork. *Cough*