The Revenge of the Sith, and no, I don�t lisp

I saw The Revenge of the Sith last night and I survived. I survived the high-speed X-wing chases, the bad dialogue, the light sabre battles, Senator Palpatine�s smarmy insincerity, Yoda�s stuffed-toy cuteness and rabbinic wisdom, and the so-obvious American accents of Anakin, Padm� and Mace Windu. The latter was something that grated more and more on my nerves as the movie progressed. Why can�t actors learn to speak with mid-Atlantic accents? Is it so difficult? Ewan McGregor, as Obi-Wan Kenobi, must have spent many hours studying the original Star Wars trilogy: he had Alec Guinness down pat, from the moment he opened his mouth to the way his slightly-graying beard was trimmed. Apart from Obi-Wan, Yoda and Palpatine, however, the rest of the cast was wooden and unconvincing. As my husband observed, the evil emperor has the most sinister laughs and Yoda was corny, which does detract a bit from the fact that he�s the real hero here. Ah well.

Saturday night was the night to go to see it in Sh�brooke. The 12-cinema venue in town had it showing in its three largest theatres, although the one VO (version original) was in by far the smallest of the three. Quite a few people we knew also took in the late show, including Vlad and her husband and younger son, for whom we made room so they could sit with us. We all enjoyed it. Sometimes, though, I would like a film to make it on good acting and dialogue instead of special effects.

It�s been raining. I can�t find a Japanese restaurant open tomorrow night for f�ting Little Princess. She�s in a rather foul mood and is being rather unhelpful. That�s the problem when your birthday falls on a Monday around here, added to it being Victoria Day. Maybe we can at least find some fireworks to watch.

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