Wednesday, 8 June 2005
Revenge of the Sith
Last Saturday, Heather and I finally went to see the final chapter in the Star Wars series. There's are no new angles to review for you if you're interested, and there's nothing I could make more attractive about my review if you don't already care.
I have had one thing on my mind since seeing The Phantom Menace. Fans and fanatics alike denounced Lucas's foray into self-indulgence. Jar Jar, midichlorians, Jar Jar...
But when it comes down to it, the movie pretty much was in keeping with the whole series up to that point. I mean, let's face it: Star Wars was no Shakespearean classic. A classic, sure, but no work of art.
The difference was, today's rabid fans (and I) were between 6 and 10 years old when Star Wars first came out. The first movie - and the rest - squarely target at that age group, and to giving the sense of wonder that all things sufficiently "cool" can instill in kids.
To this day, I remember my friend's birthday party excursion to the theatre to see it. I remember lifting my feet off the floor during the garbage serpent scene. I remember knowing that it wasn't real, but still being thrilled by the remote possibility that it could be real.
Yes, I can remember that first time I saw Star Wars, with elementary school friends in lil' ol' Rochester, Minnesota. I'm certain that I'll remember seeing the last episode, with my wonderful girlfriend in Paris, France.
George, you may have done wrong. You may be a hack or you may be brilliant. In any case, thank you for these fun - sometimes cool - films that dotted 28 years of my life.