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Starwars Number 3 Blah Blah Blah
I just feel like communicating. :-)
I expected to cry during Star Wars 3. A tale of love, lust and betrayal. I wanted to cry. I wanted to feel the angst. I wanted to hurt for Obi as his heart was broken. I wanted to feel for Padme as her husband changed. I wanted to even feel for Annarkin. Hey, unlimited power has always been high on my list of "Wants." But some prices you never want to pay. :-)
Unfortunately, everything was kind of so drawn out that I didn't cry. I felt some emotion. But not enough. I wanted to hurt, dammit! I wanted to feel as Yoda and the other masters felt each of their council being cut down, the Force weakening as each soul died. I wanted to wail as Obi screamed "You were supposed to be the Chosen One!" I wanted to sob uncontrollably as ... well, any of the above mentioned moments. But the fight with Annarkin and Obi just went on and on. I liked the fight, it was fantastic, but for emotional angst it did nothing. I do like lots of nice violence in my movies though. Yoda was almost enough... why was he the only "Master" who appeared to feel the loss of his Council? I would have thought a council of Jedi Masters would have been a bit more... in tune... and the looks of horror and betrayal as they died one by one... well, I would have liked that. Max the hurt, baby, I want them to die... And Padme... yeah. I feel for Natalie Portman. She's done so much better, can do so much better, but I bet this might be the role that she gets remembered for for the rest of her life.
Oh, and snipe - I love the way how Annarkin thought his wife, who had dedicated her time in senate to keeping the Republic alive would just LOOOOOOOVE the idea of an Empire. Is this a boy thing? Oh, yeah, and if *MY* husband came back to me after killing children, he'd better not sleep ever again. I might have the urge to cook and slip with a knife. At three in the morning. Or something. I can get creative. Especially with kitchen utensils.
Anyway, kind of hyped for today. Bounce. Tired, bouncey, excited... I had better take along some panadol. *grin*
Er. Lost the panadol. Ah. Mmmm.
:-)
I expected to cry during Star Wars 3. A tale of love, lust and betrayal. I wanted to cry. I wanted to feel the angst. I wanted to hurt for Obi as his heart was broken. I wanted to feel for Padme as her husband changed. I wanted to even feel for Annarkin. Hey, unlimited power has always been high on my list of "Wants." But some prices you never want to pay. :-)
Unfortunately, everything was kind of so drawn out that I didn't cry. I felt some emotion. But not enough. I wanted to hurt, dammit! I wanted to feel as Yoda and the other masters felt each of their council being cut down, the Force weakening as each soul died. I wanted to wail as Obi screamed "You were supposed to be the Chosen One!" I wanted to sob uncontrollably as ... well, any of the above mentioned moments. But the fight with Annarkin and Obi just went on and on. I liked the fight, it was fantastic, but for emotional angst it did nothing. I do like lots of nice violence in my movies though. Yoda was almost enough... why was he the only "Master" who appeared to feel the loss of his Council? I would have thought a council of Jedi Masters would have been a bit more... in tune... and the looks of horror and betrayal as they died one by one... well, I would have liked that. Max the hurt, baby, I want them to die... And Padme... yeah. I feel for Natalie Portman. She's done so much better, can do so much better, but I bet this might be the role that she gets remembered for for the rest of her life.
Oh, and snipe - I love the way how Annarkin thought his wife, who had dedicated her time in senate to keeping the Republic alive would just LOOOOOOOVE the idea of an Empire. Is this a boy thing? Oh, yeah, and if *MY* husband came back to me after killing children, he'd better not sleep ever again. I might have the urge to cook and slip with a knife. At three in the morning. Or something. I can get creative. Especially with kitchen utensils.
Anyway, kind of hyped for today. Bounce. Tired, bouncey, excited... I had better take along some panadol. *grin*
Er. Lost the panadol. Ah. Mmmm.
:-)
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