I finally sat down a few weeks ago and watched Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. It was...well, it wasn't great. I don't think Anakin's transition was handled well, and the Jedi Council were such douchebags that it's not hard to see why Anakin would join the dark side. The previously ass-kicking Padme degenerated into a sobbing mess, before 'losing the will to live' or whatever.
But I didn't sit down to watch a well-written drama. I sat down to watch the last film in one of the most cinematically beautiful series ever created. In that vein, it did not disappoint.
Is Anakin any whinier, any more emo than Luke in A New Hope? Does Padme shift moods faster than her daughter throughout the whole damn series? Is the writing significantly worse in the first three than the last three? I really don't think it is.
When I read this article, I felt a genuine sense of sadness. I felt sorry for the man who devoted so much of his life to perfecting his opus. I felt enraged that Hollywood would snub its nose at an all-black WWII film.
Most of all, I felt saddened that the man who has done more for film technology than anyone else in the last forty years, is slinking off in the sunset. That nerds everywhere delight in picking apart his every decision, even though he created the very thing they love. That he'll be remembered, not for THX, Industrial Light & Magic, or Skywalker Ranch, but for Jar Jar Binks and Indy in a fridge.
All I ask is, next time you want to take an internet rage-dump on the Bearded One, show at least a little respect for what he's done.
ETA: And, I also want to apologize to Lucas, for the times that I've sneered at the cheesy dialogue, the wooden acting, the inconceivable plots. Because, despite all of that, I love those movies. I love that story.
But I didn't sit down to watch a well-written drama. I sat down to watch the last film in one of the most cinematically beautiful series ever created. In that vein, it did not disappoint.
Is Anakin any whinier, any more emo than Luke in A New Hope? Does Padme shift moods faster than her daughter throughout the whole damn series? Is the writing significantly worse in the first three than the last three? I really don't think it is.
When I read this article, I felt a genuine sense of sadness. I felt sorry for the man who devoted so much of his life to perfecting his opus. I felt enraged that Hollywood would snub its nose at an all-black WWII film.
Most of all, I felt saddened that the man who has done more for film technology than anyone else in the last forty years, is slinking off in the sunset. That nerds everywhere delight in picking apart his every decision, even though he created the very thing they love. That he'll be remembered, not for THX, Industrial Light & Magic, or Skywalker Ranch, but for Jar Jar Binks and Indy in a fridge.
All I ask is, next time you want to take an internet rage-dump on the Bearded One, show at least a little respect for what he's done.
ETA: And, I also want to apologize to Lucas, for the times that I've sneered at the cheesy dialogue, the wooden acting, the inconceivable plots. Because, despite all of that, I love those movies. I love that story.
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