A short entry, let me just say that we just got back from watching the latest Star Wars effort. Though I'm not a huge fan, I feel like I owe it to myself to see the prequels since I've seen the originals.

The acting by the budding romancers was terrible. How their scenes made it past the editing room, I'll never more. It was one-liner after one-liner.

"I love the beach."
"I hate sand. It is so hard, so coarse. But you. You are so soft."

Please read that with the hard pronunciations of a teenager that can't read that level just yet, the way we used to read plays aloud in high school with the books right up our noses...the way most people read poetry.

And the emotion?
Straight out of after-school-special teenager angst, complete with writhing and fist-clenching.

"I loved her. I killed them. I killed them like animals. They are animals."

But the effects? The sonic-blaster? (forgive me for forgetting the exact name.) It was pretty cool. The fight scene with Yoda? Excellent.

So yes, we are jaded with special effects, but we are more callous to the ever-necessary-love portion of the story...the soon-to-be-darth-vader in love with the same girl since he last saw her when he was 7 and she was 13. Whatever.