Holy Sith!

The last episode of Star Wars came to town, and Peter and I were there for the midnight showing. I even made the newspaper the next morning!


Peter, Chewbacca, me, and Darth Vader before the show

After three years of waiting, and scarcely breathing for two hours and 20 minutes of watching Revenge of the Sith, I am close to speechless. Did I love it because I am a SW freak, or because it's really good? I'm not sure yet. I'm missing that "gotta watch it again RIGHT NOW" feeling I developed for Attack of the Clones in 2002. Of course, that one took me by surprise; I wasn't expecting to love it, but I did. With ROTS, there was so much buildup, including the convention in Indy, I think I'm somewhat stunned that it's all over so soon.

This weekend I'll see the movie again with Michael and the kids. I'm betting I'll have clearer thoughts after the second viewing, when I'm not in a state of near-manic anticipation.

Meditate on this, I will.