Jedi Are Just All Right With Me

Friday: Work exploded. Today: Watched the dust settle. Lazed at home with the family, went for a nice long walk, cooked dinner, gave church half my attention, then watched three hours (!) of the Clone Wars cartoon while Wrong Turn Jr. pounded and wailed at the gates of dreamland. I started watching the cartoon when it first aired: Tuning in for three minutes' worth of story every night is a little, how you say, labor-intensive. All scrunched together, it was fun and breezy and I won't remember two things about it in the morning.

It reminded me of watching a bunch of kids play softball. They pound dirt out of their cleats, they throw the ball around the infield after an out, they have little rituals in the batter's box--they do everything the major leaguers do except play ball properly. The cartoon is full of nifty little battle scenes that show off the Jedi and the clones and all that, and it's a lot more fun than the last two movies...but it doesn't have anything to do with Star Wars. A friend of mine once said that the reason we all fell in love with the first movie is that scene where Luke watches the sunset and the music swells: You learn everything you need to know about the character in three seconds and you're on his side forever. Likewise Obi-Wan rolling his eyes; Han smirking and shooting first. None of that in the Clone Wars: lots of posturing, no heart.

Whatever. I could complain about Star Wars for the rest of my life. And there's so much more bitching left undone!

@ 10:00:00 PM,

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