What Has Become Of Me?
Just got back from seeing Revenge of the Sith.
I think I might have outgrown Star Wars. This makes me very sad.
I just didn’t feel it. Maybe I was expecting too much. Maybe I knew too much. But I didn’t really know more than the average Star Wars fan, and probably a good bit less than the average fanatic. But overall it felt like a routine rearranging of chess pieces until they are at their positions for the start of the game (aka A New Hope.) I had trouble buying just how fast Anakin fell from grace. The lightsaber fights weren’t even that exciting because, more often than not, the outcome was already established. For me, it was just a movie just going through the motions. With really, really bad dialogue.
Is this what it means to be a screenwriter? That I’m unable to enjoy the summer blockbusters I was raised on? Even though that’s the sort of thing I’ve been trying to write, for the most part? Granted, I never thought the Star Wars movies were exceptionally GOOD, but I LIKED them.
Ah well, maybe I’ll like it more the second time around.