Well, it's done.
Over.
Fini.
C'est tout.
Perhaps I am too old to go to midnight showings anymore. Perhaps my brain no longer functions properly at 12:01am. Perhaps my inner child actually goes to bed at 8:00pm.
Or perhaps I have just become accustomed to well made movies and expect, nay, demand more from the world that I grew up in.
Like Anakin, I am now a Sith Lord. Having watched everything I love slowly taken from me piece by piece while I stand by feeling helpless, anger has finally consumed me and the dark side has taken over.
Lucas, you suck.
My hopes for Revenge of the Sith did not include leaving the theatre with this single thought...
Well, it was better than I and II.
I am tired. Lucas is a fool who has watched one too many Abbot and Costello flicks and I am crying on the inside.
Oh, well.
See it again, I must. Perhaps clouded is my judgement.
For those of you who have yet to see it, the theatre is your hollow tree on Dagobah and what you will find inside is only what you take with you.
