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We dont often review films, since we dont support first run features. Nor do we often offer our two cents on the latest fad that everyone is talking about. But I cant keep my mouth shut after sitting through George Lucas lastest effort this week.
Let me start off by saying I had to go see it. Not because I grew up with it, worshipped it, and wanted to relive the excitement I felt seeing it as a kid but because I knew the hype would be overwhelming and if I didnt see it soon I wouldnt want to see it at all!
So Monday we headed down to the 10 oclock show and found the place half-empty, despite all the stories of sold-out shows for weeks. I settled in and as the credits scrolled up the screen in Star Wars fashion the theme came in and I found myself giddy, recalling the first time I saw the first one as a kid. Wed waited a while in line at the Tara back when I was 8, I think, before we were told all shows until midnight were sold out. My father, brother and I had to return a couple of weeks later to finally see what everyone had been talking about and it envoloped my life like it did so many others.
So Monday I was grinning ear to ear as those credits rolled and those trumpets sounded.
Then it all went to hell.
It starts off with some fabulous effects. The amazing effects and computer animation continue through most of the film. In fact, they ARE most of the film. It feels like a fucking video game and for anyone thats hung around an arcade without any money you can understand how utterly uninteresting and frustrating that can be. Halfway through the film I was ready to walk out so I would not be further dissappointed. Hell, it gets so damn slow and uninteresting you dont think theres a new hope for the excitement to strike back.
The only good parts about it is the pod racing scene and the light saber battle choreography (which I could get in any good B kung fu movie.)
Having 90% of the film computer generated makes it so utterly alien that you cannot identify with the characters, and the human characters' acting was so stiff that you didn't care about them either. On top of that I felt like I was watching a watered down version of the previous movies put in a blender - each and every scene felt like a scene from one of the other three films!
But wait, theres more! It seemed like the entire flick was aimed at kids - cutesy computer-generated Jar Jar Binks irritated me, a child hero (who couldn't act), and did anyone else notice ALMOST NOBODY DIED! In the previous films people died in combat all the time, even a few of those damned ewoks bit the dust. All the combat in this one were against droids, any living creature was just scared off. Kinda like A-Team combat. There was NO strong villain in the film. Darth Maul has, what, two lines? And he looks like one of the Insane Clown Posse! No character whatsoever! And the Japanese accent trading federation guys? Who gives a damn about them, they're just pawns. So we get a hint of the Emporer as a flickering TV picture? So what? So there's no fear of any bad guys. No identifying with any of the good guys. No caring about the innocent victims since THERE ARE NONE - we don't see the ravages of the invasion. Amazingly bad. And now I have to suffer through countless months of hype reminding me of how badly dissappointed I was! Ugh.
I wish a good strong villain like Vader would lop Jar Jars head off and shove it in Lucas' mouth and hand him over to Boba Fett!
Theres a photo of Nashville Pussys guitar player Ruyter Suys in Rolling Stone this issue, in handcuffs. She got busted in Chicago for touching a security guard during a show and fined for assault, a whopping $75.
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