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Star Wars: Episode Three This was the movie I never intended to see. Yes, I loved the original movies as a child. Yes, I look at some of the scenes and dialogue in them and most of the third one and just cringe. The prequels were a new chance to invent a whole new world and adventure - how exactly did the Empire rise? What was the galaxy like before the Empire? Exactly how much ass did Darth Vader kick to become so loathsome and feared? Everyone made the mistake of watching the first sequel, that couldn't have been avoided. The second one, on the heels of such a disaster, should probably have been skipped, but there was no way it could've been as bad as the first one, right? After being burnt twice, I was adamant about the third one: no way was I going to be fooled again.
And so taking the advice of our Great Leader, I was sitting this one out. My sister made plans with her boyfriend for a nice dinner and a chance to meet her wayward brother, plans that included going to the new Star Wars movie. I said no, and hemmed, hawed and tried to get her to change her course. She refused, saying she wanted to see the movie with me. Out of luck and with no energy, I relented, and we ended up in a small theatre built around the time of the first Star Wars. When the initial burst of the Star Wars theme started, I admit that childish giddiness overcame me, but by the middle of the first space chase I was already beginning to wonder if I could sneak into a different movie. I'd say the movie was tedious, mind numbing and unnecessary, but then I'd just trying to be polite. The movie was as rancid as anything, and as Laura can attest to, my attention span for movie watching is at an all time low. I've had trouble sitting through almost any movie these days, my mind races through a million thoughts and I feel I'm wasting my time. I rarely have the desire to see a movie, let alone a bad one. When I am left to watch a bad movie, I become the director, re-imagining shots, editing, re-writing and the like. I couldn't do any of that in this movie. I guess I lost all hope for the series when I found out the same six people and their robots and friends were integral to every major moment in the history of the six movies. The incestuous of the galaxy became an inherent issue, (how and why does Yoda know Chewbacca??? OK just why?) instead of creating a new universe with a new set of villains and heroes beyond the ones we're introduced to in the first set of movies, old George Lucas decides to back write for each and every character, in a tedious affair that I would hope to never induce upon anyone, ever. I could go on and talk about specifics but the movie was horrible, and I couldn't say a word on the ride back to my sister's apartment. My head actually hurt from being bored to tears. I didn't find any value or excitement in the fight scenes, no drama or carried any apathy towards any of the characters. If anyone wants to pay back the two hours of my life I wasted at this movie, please email me. Click Here to head on over to part eight and another evil empire: The MFA
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