Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Now if they were offering Corellian ale, I might just show

Apparently my home town Fan Force is lining up for the midnight showing of Star Wars Episode III: ROTS. The odd thing about midnight showings or any late night movie viewing in Anchorage is that it's still light when you exit the theater. This can take some getting used to. (This only applies during the summer months, BTW.)

The really sad thing about this is that the line is almost guaranteed to be better than the movie. This one's still going to suck, boys and girls. Great effects and awesome Jedi action will be melded together with mind-numbingly dull (and pointless) politics, bad writing and possibly worse acting by most involved. I saw the last one in the theater and the highlight was hands down the 5 minute lightsaber battle before the movie started, put on by a couple of fans in costume with plastic sabers in hand. They had some great moves and generated more applause than anything in the 2 hours of pain than followed.

Of course, I will be seeing this conclusion in the theatre. How can I not? This doesn inspire some level of self-loathing, though. I will be spending the whole time trying to think about that Lucas has said that he wants to re-release all the movies in the future. In. 3. D. Lucas! God damn you!!

Why can't his spleen take a hint from H2G2 and save our memories of this franchise before he destroys them all for reasons that I cannot even begin to comprehend. Don't say it's money, because that ain't so. He could be doing a better job with his SW legacy and make just as much or more than he is now. I think he hates us.

3 comments:

Myster said...

When the ghastly re-release of the movie us non-sci-fi-geeks know simply as "Star Wars" (Episode IV, "A New Hope," or ANH to you true dorks) opened in Anchorage in 1997, I drove the Brubster and his class-cutting compatriots to the noon opening at Fireweed Theatre. (I was a senior and had early release.) I suppose I contributed to his overall delinquency, although it was just a drop in the bucket at that point. And he seems to have turned out okay. Of course, the audience was made up almost entirely of similarly-truant teenagers, some in costume, who cheered when the lights went down. I liked the asshole in the back who mocked them all by screaming out, "YEAH! PREVIEWS!" The best part was that all these alternateens had waited on line forever outside in their too-thin-for-May-in-Alaska Jedi robes for no good reason. The line was all for one window. We trotted up and bought tickets on the other side, where there was absolutely no line at all. Ah, sci-fi geeks. Gotta love 'em.

Teaspoon said...

here here bro.

Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm said...

I'll be there too, watching and vainly hoping for something vaguely reminiscent of those long lost childhood joys.

Failing that, at least the bad guys will win in this one.