In common with large chunks of fandom (now there's an image) I went to the cinema to see the three Star Wars prequels when they first came out. Ever since then I've been meaning to watch them again, for surely it was only the weight of my expectations that made them seem so awful? Yes, III was better than II, and II must have been better than I. But compared to IV, V and VI they were appalling.
I never did watch them again, despite multiple opportunities to do so. The re-release of
Star Wars IV: A New Hope* didn't exactly boost my faith in George Lucas, so I was left with my bitter memories of the new trilogy unsullied by repeat viewings. I haven't yet managed to watch
The Phantom Menace again all the way through, but last night I bravely parked myself on the couch and watched
The Attack of the Clones and the start of
Revenge of the Sith, finishing the latter this afternoon.
So, here are some of my deeply disorganised thoughts on Star Wars II and III. I figure the organised thoughts have long since been taken care of by other people.
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