Ok it's time to 'fess up - I'm a Star Wars fan. Sad, but true, I know my Boba Fett's from my Lando Calrissian's and I love the first trilogy to bits. Ok, so prequel Phantom Menace was arse and whatever the second was called wasn't much better but, call me stupid, I have faith in the third and final part. The Sunday Times may have dissed it hard, but those purveyors of truth, justice and taste, The Sun, reckon it's ok so I'm riding with them. No I shall not be put off by the fact that Binks is back (why oh why!!) - Yoda's in the house and it's worth the ticket price to see that funny little puppet alone - not to mention Chewbacca, Sam Jackson getting killed and Obi Wan slicing some serious lightsabre. Nothing will ever match the original series - how can you better films that are mixed with the hazy swash of childhood nostalgia? - especially as Lucas gets ever-more CGI crazed (dude, have you not heard, less is more? Simplicity worked well enough in A New Hope)... I'm not such a saddo that I've booked a seat yet, but I am gonna take the day off to go and see it. Lets hope it's as dark as Lucas is promising - I need some serious Darth Vader action!!! I hear limbs are lost as Anakin finally faces up to the full throttle that is...The Dark Side.
I also hear the Clone Wars cartoon (fill in the bit between the second and third films) is dope, but not sure I can bring myself to buy that in HMV - i'd be less embarrassed buying animal porn I think....oh, hang on, didn't Pharrell make it cool to be a nerd? Clones here I come, and while you're there get the Odeon on the phone....
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