Star Wars III

The Prodigal Son, his girlfriend, and I went to see it last night. The good news is this one is very much better than the last three Lucas did. The bad news is that what's wrong with the last three is also wrong with this one - cutesy, corny crap, stilted dialog, flat acting, special effects that overpower everything. No matter how many times you try to convince me to the contrary, more is not better, George. Most of the time, more is just more.

I was actually prepared to like this film given the mostly positive things I'd heard about it from various sources. But when the 'droids at the beginning of the movie had more personality than the live actors, the likelihood of me liking the film stepped out of the theatre and patiently waited for me to join it in the car.

I'm glad the saga is finally over. It didn't deserve what was done to it. It deserved a dedicated storyteller with vision to craft it into a tale of love and hate, peace and war, good and evil. It did not deserve to be handled by a CGI fan-boy with the heart of a merchandiser.