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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