The Unhappy End of a Saga 

Finally. Finally, finally. It's over. The last one has been released, I've seen it, and now I'm done with it. Good riddance.

It's about the last Star Wars film, of course. Which is about as bad as the previous one. Hayden Christensen, a bad actor to begin with, is even worse as a developing villain (about as menacing as a Labrador pup, a friend said) than he was as a troubled hero; it's really hard to imagine his squeaky voice turning into James Earl Jones' powerful bass, mask or no mask, although one has to give him credit for trying. Ewan McGregor manages to do a good impression of the original Obi-Wan Kenobi's stately elegance, but Yoda is again the most interesting character (he and his little light sabre do some bouncing off the walls again, although this time, he's not the only one doing it). And just whose stupid idea was to make Samuel L. Jackson a Jedi? He'd do much better as one of the bad guys.

And let's face it, epic (really epic) light-swordfighting and dazzling special effects simply can't compensate for a thin and fragmented story, even though they are (along with Natalie Portman's lovely face) bound to impress your average teenage geek. I singularly was not.