Many of you understand the meaning of this post’s title; soon all of you will. The sudden, unexpected (for the characters, at least), widespread betrayal that this order set in motion was such a powerful moment in Revenge of the Sith. (I suppose I can really identify with having someone you trust suddenly stab you in the back.)
As I walked away from the filled-to-capacity midnight showing, I thought to myself that this was the first time in twenty-two years that a Star Wars film did not leave me disappointed. Granted, Episodes I and II weren’t bad films per se, and I will undoubtedly watch them many more times, but the first two prequels were like mediocre first-date sex—brief moments of excitement, but ultimately unfulfilling and heavy with lingering regret.
Episode III wasn’t perfect. The dialog was (per usual) downright awful at times. Hayden Christensen’s whiny, wooden acting was laughable (again, per usual). At least it is now understandable why the Emperor chose to build the “James Earl Jones voice changer” into the Darth Vader suit.
From the yellow opening crawl to the blue copyright notice, this film was a fun ride. My inner six-year-old, who was once obsessed with everything related to Star Wars, was thrilled to the core.
Now I have to find a theater nearby with a DLP projector, so that I can see the digital print of Sith.
Trying to get through a full day of work tomorrow (oops, today) is not going to be easy.
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