Monday, June 03, 2002

Attack of the Clones has been out for a week and a half now and, at the risk of damaging my sci-fi geek street cred (not to mention my purple lightsaber traffic), I've not yet seen it. My plan was to wait at least a week, for two reasons. First, I wanted to let the crowds thin out a little. Second, by not rushing straight out to give George Lucas my $7.50, I was making a small token statement about my dissatisfaction with Phantom Menace. But I knew I'd be going sooner or later. Several of my friends had really enjoyed it, the reviews have been much better than those for the last one, and come on, it's Star Wars.

My desire to see the film started to waiver when my friends Jen and Dan gave it a less-than-glowing critique over some mighty tasty steaks last night. I'd heard reports of clunky dialogue and stilted acting from other sources, but they actually had to avert their eyes from the screen at times lest the horrific banality overwhelm them. Suddenly I'm on the fence; do I really need to see this thing just because it's Star Wars?

Then, a couple of hours ago, my buddy Tim gave me a powerful shove off that fence. He and I don't often see eye to eye on popular entertainment, but his argument against this film was simply too compelling to ignore.

So no Clones for me, at least not until the DVD comes out. And even then, I'll watch my roommate's copy, with a cold beer handy to help wash down the badness.

Posted @ 2:41 AM

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