OK, I take back every derogatory thing I said about Star Wars. After watching the special features for Episode III, I'm prepared once again to kneel before the franchise and debase myself as penance. And all the smack I talked about Natalie Portman's acting chops? Never happened. She's hot!
It's not that I've rethought my firebombing of George Lucas' dialog writing: it's shite, it was always shite, and it's destined to remain shite for ever and ever amen. No, the script remains so damn bad that you want to physically crawl thru the speaker and kick some ass in hopes of making the pain stop.
But wow. When you string together the best-of moments from six epic films, films that were each in their day the scintillating leading edge of visual wonder, and summarize the aforementioned arching story line, the scope of Lucas' endeavor kind of takes your breath away. There is such a concentration of visually stunning pictures and earth-moving plot developments that everything else just fades into the background. The unbelievable number of people involved in bringing the story to life, and their enthusiasm and their sense that they are continuing something that meant so much to them as kids: it's all infectious and humbling and, well, I'm just a dung beetle.