A SWV Review: Episode 5

Once again, by Sarah B.

After a long awaited absence, I am back… and with a vengeance, just like Episode 5. Before I get into my review, I would like to say a special hi to my critics, Chad & Guy. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me :-)

First I have to start by saying what happened to Luke’s face? Poor adorable Mark Hamill has become not so adorable and I know it wasn’t because of the Alien Yeti that scraped his face off at the start of the movie. It made him a little less appealing and somewhat more annoying. Also, while on the topic of Luke, I find it pretty hard to believe that he is becoming such an advanced Jedi this late in life especially when his dad kicked ass at his age but was disallowed from exceeding Padawan Learner status! I mean, really, how many lessons could Luke have received from the puppet Yoda? Highly unlikely me thinks. And, on the topic of those “Jedi training sessions”, am I the only one who didn’t quite understand Yoda? I had to put the closed captioning on just to make sense out of those backwards sentences.

Two words: Lando Calrissian. Could he be cooler? I think not. I mean first he is kinda bad and then he is fighting for the good guys! In my books, that is the recipe for a successful introductory character. Way to go Lando! Way to add some color, okay I didn’t mean it in that way. I mean he is a nice contrast to the existing crew – he is smart and suave, not like immature Luke or sassy Han.

This movie just left me wanting more, thus achieving its purpose. In a sense, it didn’t really end did it? We have Han left as some carbon popsicle, ooh “carbonsicle”. Will he be killed by Jabba? Will he be saved by Leia? What will become of him… stay tuned. Then the whole “Luke I am your Father” business. Luke takes after his Pa and loses his hand. That just kicked ass. But I was totally pissed when I thought Leia had left him alone on Cloud City to fight Vader. Like, what did she think would happen? Then, handless, Luke clings for dear life on the trap-door-post-thingy of the city. If she didn’t come back I was really going to have some words for that beatch. I may have even written her a mean fan letter. I would have. I really would have.