A reviewer on National Public Radio seemed to agree with our assessment, that the latest and last (thank god) in the Star Wars Trilogy was loud, relentlessly violent, poorly acted and horribly scripted. I really loved the first Star Wars movie. I think that’s when I fell in love with Harrison Ford. The only actor in this movie who was remotely interesting or credible wasn’t played by an actor at all: Yoda stole the show, had all the good lines, and is welcome at my house any time.
George Lucas is credited with a script I’d never admit to having had anything to do with. I was reminded of a late night cable television sex film: the “plot” and acting (such as it isn’t) and dialogue are there only to support the real reason for being: sex. In this film, the reason is special effects, which are so fabulous as to be overwhelming. I could have done with about one quarter the special effects and three quarters more attention paid to giving the movie some heart.
For me, Revenge of the Sith resembles nothing so much as one of the thousands of robots that “people” the “cast”: Impressive but who cares?