Old School. Biblically Independent.
By Vivian Kane | Celebrity | July 15, 2015
Amy Schumer is on the cover of GQ this month, and I’m pretty sure whoever was in charge of her photo shoot got a dossier on Schumer with just two post-its tacked on that said “funny” and “sex stuff.” And then went with their very first idea. Hence, Slutty Star Wars.
I mean, it’s a fun idea.
But ultimately, kind of lazily executed. The general theme seems to be “Schumer puts stuff in her mouth.”
The one that pushes this over the edge from possibly really cool to confused mess is this shot:
So Schumer is dancing/drinking on a Star Wars leather bar, and not one other person/droid is looking at her, which could be a deliberate joke (TRAINWRECK, amirite?) but definitely isn’t. What a mess. Plus, the over-hyped weird-sexy gag stuff reminds me of Liz Lemon’s rubber chicken photo shoot.
But add this to your comedy conspiracy yarn wall: You know who’s playing Liz’s stylist in that scene? Amy Freaking Schumer.
See more Star Wars Schumer at GQ.
