I'm getting disturbed with myself--I'm looking forward to RotS, but I'm not like, psyched. They showed a clip of the lava duel--a duel I've been waiting for since 1984 (not too patiently, either; I wrote it myself that year). And I'm like, "Hmmm. Good lighting." I read the novel, and I'm like, "Hmmm." And generally, "Hmmm," seems to be summing up my attitude. This is very troubling to me. Deep dread was bad, but at least engaged. Disinterest is a thousand times worse, because I'll regret not being part of the work-up for a long time. Sigh. Judging by the novel, with a couple of exceptions, both having to do with Padmé (one, sadly, an important moment at which I shouldn't be rolling my eyes), I'll like the film a lot. I like the people. I like Star Wars. I dig Vader (though I would have preferred to end it with the costume only half-finished, but that's mostly because I would have liked to see the middling stage; I think it would have looked neat). There's John Williams music happening. Hayden is SO pretty.
So why am I more or less pencilling in opening night?
I'll get with the program as soon as I'm in line, I'm sure.