Star Wars Episode 3
I went to see star wars episode 3 yesterday. Apparently there are people who claim that it doesn’t suck, that it’s actually quite good and that it’s worth your money. Heck, i’ve heard some people say it’s the best part out of the whole series. It’s not. Let me repeat this so nobody misses it: it’s not. It sucks big time.
George Lucas shouldn’t be allowed to write just one more line of dialogue. The love scenes with ani and padme are among the worst i’ve ever seen, Natalie Portman doesn’t even pretend to attempt to deliver an adequate performance and Hayden Christensen always sucked (i dig his haircut though).
Who cares about dialogues and love scenes anyway, it’s all about the action you might say. Well, even that didn’t work out for me at all. Amidst a flurry of blazing lasers, epic battles in space and lightsaber duels i had to try hard not to fall asleep halfway through the movie. I think this new yorker review wraps it up precisely:
Whether the director is aware of John Martin, the Victorian painter who specialized in the cataclysmic, I cannot say, but he has certainly inherited that grand perversity, mobilized it in every frame of the film, and thus produced what I take to be unique: an art of flawless and irredeemable vulgarity. All movies bear a tint of it, in varying degrees, but it takes a vulgarian genius such as Lucas to create a landscape in which actions can carry vast importance but no discernible meaning, in which style is strangled at birth by design, and in which the intimate and the ironic, not the Sith, are the principal foes to be suppressed.
It’s a dull and ungraceful flick lacking any substance and most definitely neither worth your time nor money. Don’t taint your precious childhood memories of the original star wars myths with this concoction.
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