Star Wars III: SIIIIIIITH

I saw the new Star Wars movie tonight. I have to say, it didn’t suck. The first one sucked large large large amounts of antimatter. The second wasn’t much better. This third one is the best of the newbies. Now, I love the fourth, fifth, and sixth in the series – there’s a certain excited feeling I get when I watch them, a triumph.

Maybe it’s that this one aligns to the old school ones. I don’t know. What I do know is that I always find myself acting a little different when I leave movies I really like. For instance, after seeing the first X-Men movie with Abbie and Dave, I couldn’t stop chattering about what our superpowers might be (it turns out mine is the ability to turn into a 13-year-old boy by merely donning a hoodie and baseball hat). I did cartwheels out to the car.

Tonight, I raced home like the fate of the empire rested on the shoulders of me and my Taurus. Silly, yes. Dangerous? Not really. I live in a vacuum. Anyway, I have that super-jazzed feeling of just watching a really good action movie, and I’m a happy camper. It was worth the $6.