Oh, Mr. Lucas, words are not your forte....

This weekend I saw the new Star Wars movie for the 2nd time. Now, I'm not a huge Star Wars fan. I remember owning a Jaba the Hut figurine when I was a kid, and I'm sure I enjoyed the original movies, but I haven't gotten into the new series of films as much as others have. I saw it first at 12:01 a.m. on opening day, in my pjs, with a theatre full of hard-core fans complete with light-sabre duels for our entertainment. This experience could be a completely serparate post in itself. Let's just say I saw it on opening day because I'm a very supportive friend. I saw it for the second time this weekend because I'm a very supportive girlfriend.

The first time I saw it, I was willing to give Mr. Lucas' laughable script the benefit of the doubt; after all, it was 1:00 a.m. and I might have misheard some of the lines I found more terrible than others because I was deliriously tired. But, after this weekend, I now know my state of mind had nothing to do with it. It's truly just a horrible script. It's so bad it made the actors themselves seem bad, and that's a feat in itself when you've got a cast with the likes of Ewan McGregor and Natalie Portman. I suppose it would be cool just to say you were a part of something as big as Star Wars, but you'd think that at some point someone would have said something along the lines of, "um, George? Hey, yeah, this line about losing the will to live....I'm not sure, but it sounds kind of.....bad. Yeah, really bad. You mind if we re-work this a little bit?"

At least the special effects were good--and Yoda's fight scenes almost make up for the script. It was entertaining, I'll give George Lucas that much. I've noticed that the older I get, the more critical I become about the quality of movies. Ten years ago I wouldn't have cared about the script. Go firgure.