A.O. Scott has a review of Revenge of the Sith in today's NYT.
My parents brought me to "Star Wars" in the theater when I was a tiny little kid. Which I don't remember.
I saw "The Empire Strikes Back" when I was about five-- I think it was at a birthday party in Omaha, and we went bowling first-- and it was the defining moment of my life as a prepubescent boy.
From then on, every snow-fort was Hoth and every flaslight was a lightsaber.
The most upsetting thing about getting older is meeting teenagers who've never seen the early "Star Wars" movies and love the "American Pie" series.
For our forebears I think it was aging and death, so, go figure.
Man, I should have had a son five years ago so Natalie Portman could be seared into his impressionable psyche the way Carrie Fisher is seared into mine.
Except he'd see himself as that loser playing Anakin, while I always pictured myself as Han Solo.
And maybe Scott is wrong and this movie is garbage, too.
You're probably not as excited as I am.
I'm not even that excited.
I mean, the last two were so cheesy, so "toyific," so bright and shiny they made my teeth hurt.
Like "Highlander 2", they made me want to pretend they didn't happen and remember the original.
But, I mean, come on.
Yoda.
With a lightsaber.
At hello you had me, mmm?
3 comments:
Grr.
A movie so saccharine it makes your teeth hurt?
That's my line, Litvak! Mine!
You'll get yours!
Ah, Mister Roy.
You claim all the cliches as your own.
How can I blog without unattributed quotations to Shakespeare, the Bible, and yourself?
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to get jacked for all your best lines.
Eh. I can see the appeal, but I'll stick to meaningless meanderings.
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