Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge Of The Sith
I just woke up (at about 11:15 am) after getting home around 4:00 am from a midnight showing of the sixth and final chapter (that's right, Chris) in George Lucas' space saga. What a ride it's been. Mr Lucas has taken us from the low-budget beginnings of A New Hope to the darkness and unbelievable revelation of The Empire Strikes Back, to the (we thought) finality of Return Of The Jedi, then finally through one REALLY crappy movie, one moderate movie, and one final movie that has actually earned the right to join the rest of the Star Wars saga as a worthy addition. I'm not saying Episode III was perfect. Far from it.
Natalie Portman, for all the great work she's done in non-Star Wars movies, seems to have found her anti-muse in George Lucas. The man seriously seems to bring out the worst in her. I went into this film expecting to want to kill myself every time Hayden Christiansen opened his mouth. Remarkably, he was tolerable, even DECENT at some points in comparison to Portman's terrible, TERRIBLE delivery. Aside from any time Portman was on screen, I have to say I liked, and at some times even loved Revenge of the Sith. The lower-echelon bad guys were good, and the Emperor, played by the incomparable Ian McDairmid, was AWESOME.
It was actually a lot of fun just to be there for one of the first few dozen showings of the movie in the entire time zone. Some of the nerds in one particular row got together and decided to do the wave. Apparently, there were more people there with actual lives than I would have initialy guessed. The nerds in that row started yelling up at us, trying to get the whole theater to join in on their awesome timed routine of standing up and sitting down. One particularly sad looking uber-nerd yelled, "Come on, guys. Send it back!" One guy about five seats away from me screamed back at him, "Screw you!"
Other than that "dissenting" attitude, the place definitely had atmosphere. Some guys brought a bunch of beach balls, which we hit around the theater for what felt like nearly an hour before the movie started. It got cut short, though, by the fuzz. The manager, who bore a striking resemblance to the Baldwins, came in and screamed something about the fire alarms, then picked up all the balls and walked out. For such an obvious nerd, he seems to have a lot of aggression built up toward some of the lesser nerds in the audience. He also busted five or six guys for lightsaber-dueling at the front of the theater. Way to go, dude. You up for that promotion yet? Because the way you handled those harmless 14-year-olds wearing horse-printed light gray bathrobes with your badass managerial skills was wicked cool!
Natalie Portman, for all the great work she's done in non-Star Wars movies, seems to have found her anti-muse in George Lucas. The man seriously seems to bring out the worst in her. I went into this film expecting to want to kill myself every time Hayden Christiansen opened his mouth. Remarkably, he was tolerable, even DECENT at some points in comparison to Portman's terrible, TERRIBLE delivery. Aside from any time Portman was on screen, I have to say I liked, and at some times even loved Revenge of the Sith. The lower-echelon bad guys were good, and the Emperor, played by the incomparable Ian McDairmid, was AWESOME.
It was actually a lot of fun just to be there for one of the first few dozen showings of the movie in the entire time zone. Some of the nerds in one particular row got together and decided to do the wave. Apparently, there were more people there with actual lives than I would have initialy guessed. The nerds in that row started yelling up at us, trying to get the whole theater to join in on their awesome timed routine of standing up and sitting down. One particularly sad looking uber-nerd yelled, "Come on, guys. Send it back!" One guy about five seats away from me screamed back at him, "Screw you!"
Other than that "dissenting" attitude, the place definitely had atmosphere. Some guys brought a bunch of beach balls, which we hit around the theater for what felt like nearly an hour before the movie started. It got cut short, though, by the fuzz. The manager, who bore a striking resemblance to the Baldwins, came in and screamed something about the fire alarms, then picked up all the balls and walked out. For such an obvious nerd, he seems to have a lot of aggression built up toward some of the lesser nerds in the audience. He also busted five or six guys for lightsaber-dueling at the front of the theater. Way to go, dude. You up for that promotion yet? Because the way you handled those harmless 14-year-olds wearing horse-printed light gray bathrobes with your badass managerial skills was wicked cool!
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