No Scruffy Nerf Herders

Liana and I went to a Sunday evening showing of Star Wars, Episode III. And I declare, it was quite enjoyable. If asked to rate, I'd have to hold off. Clearly, this episode is no Empire Strikes Back, but it's by far the best of the new trilogy.

I'm not going to get into much detail about the movie itself, since some of my five readers haven't seen it yet. I will say the following. CGI Yoda was much improved over the previous episodes, finally. The love scenes between Hayden Christensen and Nathalie Portman were completely painful and Liana and I kept giggling whenever they were on screen together. You could almost see George Lucas jumping up and down in the background yelling, "More wooden!" Ewan, as ever, did an excellent job of channeling Sir Alec Guinness. And boyfriend really does look good with a beard. And two more words. Ian. McDiarmid. No one can hiss out "daaaarrrk siiiiiide of the forcccce" like he can.

The real downside of the entire experience though, were the munchkins sitting behind us. They loooved to talk, particularly during the quieter moments. I shushed them three times, no help from the parentals either. My favorite annoying part was when the kids, who apparently did not know that Anakin Skywalker is Darth Vader were loudly trying to figure out who Darth Vader was. As Anakin comes to realize that Palpatine is a Sith, the kids said "I think he's [Palpatine] Darth Vader!" Loudly. And several times.

Look, I love the original Star Wars trilogy. But I'm not some uber nerd (well, I am, but not because of Star Wars) who insists on total silence during this film. But for cripes sake, your kids are talking throughout my $9 movie experience! Shut your kids up!