Brad really wanted to go see Revenge of the Sith yesterday — without having seen Episodes I and II. I had seen Episodes I and II and thought they were both terrible, terrible movies. I’m no longer awed by great swaths of computer animation intended to distract from convoluted plot lines and negligible character development. According to the review in The New Yorker,
It is true that this sixth film marks an improvement upon the last two efforts, whose combined soullessness was enough to induce paralysis, but Lucas remains wedded to a hollow, antiseptic vision of other worlds, coupled with a determination to draw the glummest possible performance from otherwise talented actors….the suspicion remains that Lucas has left deep space a far shallower place than he found it.
So after some minor thumb wrestling (I even offered to go to The Interpreter while he went to Episode III), we went to see The Interpreter, which was powerful and thought provoking and will likely disappear in the tsunami that is Revenge of the Sith. The Interpreter stars Nicole Kidman and Sean Penn and is about international conspiracies and Africa and the wan hope that diplomacy can have impact. I don’t know whether my attention span is inversely proportional to my age, but all movies seem to last at least 15 minutes too long, and this one was no exception, even though it’s full of intrigue and suspense and the beautiful, effortless acting of two superb performers. It made me want to go back to Africa..
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