So last night on the spur of the moment I actually did go see the new Star Wars (by myself, I should add). Athough it was far from perfect* my inner six year-old thoroughly enjoyed it. Perhaps a little too much. At bed time, while I was still prancing around the bedroom in my underwear making lightsaber noises, Sarah quietly warned me, "David, beware of the Dork Side".
Indeed I will. The Dork Side is tempting and powerful, but what it offers is an illusion. We must always be vigilant to guard ourselves from it's lure. Thank you, Sarah.
* When the introduction scrolled up the screen I thrilled with excitement and nearly teared up. That feeling ended as soon as the actors started talking. I thoroughly enjoyed the escapist fantasy: the fight scenes, the other worlds, all of that was great. But, man, the acting stunk (at least most of it)! It was like watching a weak high shool drama dumped in the middle of a megamillion dollar production ("Ok, Anakin. Glower a little more... a little more... no, no, too glowery... perfect, roll camera!"). Lucas should stick to what he's good at, the whiz-bang-wow, and hire a sub-contracting director to deal with the actual talkie-talk.**
** Yes, I am getting a little heavy-handed with the footnotes. It will settle down soon.