Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of
the Sith
by Matt Brooks
I wasn't expecting much from the final installment of Star Wars, in fact I was
expecting to be very disappointed.

I started the day out not actually thinking about Episode III at all, I was
thinking about how much I hate school. I went on for most of the day like this
until school was over and I left for work. At this point my mind was turning to
thoughts of Episode III and being done with work for the week (my boss is taking
Friday off). While spacing out at work I started imagining what I would be doing
when work was done; hang out on the couch, have a cheese sandwich, pee, watch
reality TV, and oh yeah... see Episode III.
It may seem as though I am less than excited to see Episode III, and that is
partially true, however, the once lively, joyous, and proud Star Wars fan that
was lying cold, withered, and grey inside me was slowly beginning to flurry to
life. Now and then I would stare off into the horizon as Luke must have so many
times on Tatooine, waiting for destiny; I would put my hand in my pocket as if
reaching for my blaster like Han just before battle; I would gently whistle and
beep, like R2-D2. These sudden bursts of fandom lead me to JoAnne's craft store
where I bought some plain black t-shirts and iron-on transfers. I never actually
made the shirts, I left that up to my brothers when I dropped by home. They
didn't make them either, which didn't disappoint me. In fact, I was glad because
it could have possibly spared me further disappointment when the movie ended up
being terrible and I end up stuck with three shirts no one wants. I decided that
if the movie was good, I would make them for the next time I see it.
Work is over and I head home, to see if my brothers did anything with the shirts
and at what time we will leave to wait in line so we can get prime seats. Turns
out we're leaving 15 minutes after I walk in the door, so I stood around, ate
some yogurt and then headed out the door.
Going to the movies with my family is usually a fairly major event, we pack my
moms bag with a bunch of candy and drinks, plan it a few days ahead, then leave.
It was just the same with Episode III, except everything was further in advance;
the tickets were bought earlier, the candy was bought earlier, the anticipation
began years earlier and we left a few hours earlier than we would have for any
other film. So far, Episode III was just like any other movie, and I was
treating it as such.

The arrival to the theatre still played out as it always had: pull up, find
parking, check to see how long the lines for tickets are, see what else is
playing. Entering the theatre lobby was when it became apparent that things
weren't operating in their usual fashion. There were lines organized by show
time and color, people dressed up in costume, and the mutterings of anxious
movie goers with tickets in hand for Episode III. I envied a few people who
belonged to the few people who had dressed up for this event. Some of them wore
pretty sweet outfits, others were wearing crappy bed sheets sewn together and
colored on, or they just had a light saber.
We weren't the first in line, but we were close enough to get the seats we
wanted. A mexican guy in front of us turned out to be in the wrong line, (the
mexicans are supposed to wait outside) the people of the theatre escorted him
outside next to the adobe pots where the mexican queue begins. After that it was
a lot of standing and eating popcorn, at one point I got some quarters and my
sister and I played this soccer game where when you make a goal you get a puzzle
ball.
Suddenly, things were starting to happen, some lady came out and told us the
movie would start in 3 minutes, naturally everyone moved closer to the front of
the line, making it tighter. A showing of Episode III just let out, I didn't
really notice until some girl came up behind me and asked if I was in line for
Episode III. I regret not saying "No, I'm in line for XXX: State of the Union."
after admitting to being in line for Episode III she got excited and said
something like "Oh man it is so good. You're going to love it. Waiting... It's
worth it... good... but George Lucas... and just so good." That isn't a direct
quote, I forget most of what she said because most of the time I was thinking
"Who is this lunatic?" I would usually tune in to what she was saying when my
thoughts turned to "What is this lunatic saying to me?" Then I would think "I'm
a jerk."
We started filing in to the theatre, being so close to the front of the line
gave us pretty much the choice to sit anywhere. We sat in the middle of the
third or forth row, excellent seats. The one really cool thing about getting to
the theatre early is getting to watch The 20. The 20 is best described as the
pre-previews, it's just a bunch of ads for television shows, candy, movies, and
stuff. I don't remember any of it, I'm pretty sure I was completely tuned out
all through The 20. I do remember telling my brother that it was "hot and
smelly" in the theatre and then him telling me "it's because of all the nerds."
The 20 is over, the previews run
through, and across the screen it says "Lucasfilm" some nerds applaud then "A
long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away..." comes across the screen and a few
more nerds clap. At this point my brain engages into movie mode and I get
comfortable and focus. I was really surprised that George Lucas opens with a
scene that shows how awesome he and his other companies are with CGI. In fact I
was expecting the whole film to be done with puppets provided by the Oz crew, or
maybe some stop motion animation, just one thing that might hint at something
that wasn't processed through 38 high speed computers in some sweaty office
building. Unfortunately there was very little that wasn't done on computers, in
fact I'm sure that Hayden Christensen never saw anything other than a blue or
green screen the entire filming of Episode III. That didn't really bother me
though, however, I know it would have made the film a lot better. Most of the
time I found myself thinking more about how real the spaceships look instead of
what is actually going on in the movie. Since the special edition of Star Wars
was released in theatre several years ago I have come to any subsequent Star
Wars film with a negative bias towards CGI, I try not to let it alter my opinion
of the film. The movie continues, and I get caught up in the story, making
connections to all the other films. Occasionally you get the scenes with Anakin
and Padme, their in love, she's pregnant blah blah, that whole situation plays
out like something from The OC, or Dawson's Creek. Natalie Portman plays a much
smaller role in this film, I think it's because she's gotten older and has hit a
few 8 balls of coke. Hayden is looking as smooth as ever, literally. Movie stars
always look smooth to me, and Hayden looks especially smooth in this film. That
brings up another point, Episode III is a blockbuster, like Independence Day,
Toy Story, Jurassic Park. It's a money bag that wants nothing more that to fill
itself up. You have to keep that in mind while watching Episode III. It is no
longer some strange movie made my some unknown director. It is Star Wars Episode
III: Revenge of The Sith, the final installment in the Star Wars saga; written
and directed by George Lucas, movie guy extraordinaire. You can't avoid the fact
that Episode III was being made knowing that no matter how shitty it is,
millions of people will come to see it just because it is a Star Wars film. The
only reason to make this movie something worthwhile, something that people can
look back at and say "That wasn't just 2 hours of visual effects and horrible
dialogue, that was good." the only reason to do that would be because George
Lucas is true to his fans, occasionally looking at some fan sites, maybe
attending conventions, and reading some fan mail. As the movie continues I start
drifting again, I am overloaded with all the imagery, in some scenes there is so
much to look at that I don't really want to look at all. The pace quickens as
everything ties together, conflict with Anakin and Padme, Jedi Council and
Anakin and Chancellor Palpatine, separatists and the republic, wookies and
robots, asians and mexicans, pepperonis and pizza. All this conflict boils down
to Anakin and his inner turmoil against everyone else. This is the climax, this
is where I'm supposed to feel weird, I'm supposed to doubt all the conclusions
I've made in my head, I'm supposed to sit up and seriously think that maybe this
could all turn a completely different way, rewriting all of star wars in one
glorious swoop. So I waited, I watched, ILM in my eyes, THX in my ears. Anakin
becomes Vader, everyone else goes into hiding, the 6 pack DVD set will be out
soon, I hope you enjoyed the movie.
All in all that was my Episode III experience, it wasn't a let down, it wasn't a
let up. I'm starting to believe that George Lucas stole the original three Star
Wars scripts from some nerd in film school and screwed himself over thinking he
could replicate it himself with advanced technology, access to professionals,
and some shitty ranch he named after himself.
P.S. I'm excited to see the new Indiana Jones with Harrison Ford... I'm sure it
will be CG Ford 99.9% of the time. The real Harrison Ford only appearing for the
love scenes. No disrespect to Harrison Ford of course, he's cool, and I bet he
lives in George Lucas' neck pouch.

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