And my inner child is officially dead…
Well it’s all over. I went ahead despite my best judgement and saw Lucas’ last little attempt to soil my fond memories of a series…a series of movies that I now realize I’ve spent way too much time on. Mission accomplished George. For the life of me, I don’t see how anyone can believe this was a good movie. Any attempts to justify it by saying "it was better than the last two" are falling on my Helen Keller-esque ears.
Sigh. Oh well. I’ve seen this through and now I can move on and find a new obsession that will help me not get laid.
Now moving unto the a REAL WRITER , and master of epic storytelling, Orson Scott Card has written the best critique about the above movie. It’s honestly chastizing but very generous.
