last night. I was nervous as I entered the theater with my girlfriend. I realized this was the second time I am actually gonna see a Star Wars movie in its opening day just like I did with The Phantom Menace
back in 1999 ( I caught Attack Of The Clones
in its regular screening.). I didn't hate that movie but I didn't like it either (I realized this a few days after the novelty of the kickass lightsaber duels wore off.). That is actually much worse. Better to hate something with passion than be indifferent to it. It seemed flat and devoid of any likeable characters to root for. For the first time, I agreed with the critics. The critics.Those mindless, uptight, artsfy-fartsy morons whose idea of a good movie is a 5-hour snoozefest average people couldn't comprehend because they're not "classy" enough to understand it. I read the reviews to amuse myself on how those know-it-all-snobs couldn't get it and found, to my regret, that most of their observations---put downs actually---were correct.
I was disappointed and hoped the next movie would be okay. Then Attack Of The Clones opened and only Yoda
's lightsaber
duel with Macchiavelian
separatist/Sith
Lord Count Dooku
was memorable. That, I thought, was it. There goes the last shred of whatever childhood wonder I had for the series down the drain. But in the back of my head I was hoping Episode 3 could pull it off.
's lightsaber duel with Macchiavelian separatist/Sith Lord Count Dooku was memorable. That, I thought, was it. There goes the last shred of whatever childhood wonder I had for the series down the drain. But in the back of my head I was hoping Episode 3 could pull it off.A few days before opening night I saw a copy of Time Magazine
with Darth Vader
on the cover. The article said it was good so I thought that could at least account for something--nearly all the reviews I read about the previews two films hardly ever used the word 'good' in them anyway. What the hell, watch it.For me, part of the pleasure in watching the SW films is the opening drum roll for 20th Century Fox
logo seguing to 'A long time ago...in a galaxy far far away..." to the opening bars of the all too familiar score by John Williams
to the introductory summary of what's happening down to the panning of the camera to a spaceship or space station. So as these things were happening during the first few minutes of E3 I felt the same joy I felt while watching THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK
on VHS for the nth time when i was in grade school. So about the movie. What can I say? Even if it did feel a little clunky in some parts, it wasn't the total crap I feared it will be. The Force, though not as strong as it was, is still with me after all.
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