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Sunday, May 22, 2005

Star Wars ROTS (oh, but who cares)

Some of you may have heard of this movie.

Boys, I don't care what people say. No matter how many hundreds of dollars you fork out for a lightsaber (apparently duplicated painstakingly from the very props they used on the set - using real shiny metal no less! Exactly the same weight! The same grip! The crafted exquisite detail!), it never looks as good as the real thing lah. You look like you're carrying a glowing plastic stick, a fluorescent tube - not very intimidating. Don't even compete with CGI.

Girls, summing up the plots of all 6 movies very tiring leh. Can I have some water? Mouth dry liao.

I watched it the day after opening night, which by fandom standards, seemed like an embarrassment. We went to the suppoedly wu-lu Beach Road cinema to evade the hordes. Our strategic foresight was rewarded not only with the hordes, but also with a 2-and-a-half hour experience breathing in a thick lingering stench of sweet pee, sitting amongst inconspicuous mounds of bagged rubbish in the asles, more
inconspicuous mounds of un-bagged rubbish in the seats, as well as a floor so sticky small animals and children might die trapped in its deadly syrupy suction while the audience spends the hours puzzling over what emotion Hayden Christensen is trying to well, emote.

There are two lines that an successful actor must master. Firstly, the script lines. And secondly, that well-moulded, furrowed crease you get in between the eyes after sharpening your brooding skills to perfection.

Hey, I mean, just look at Leonardo DiCaprio in The Aviator. Golden Globe Best Actor huh.

My own forehead started to throb for the sustained effort of Christensen's brow - solely channeling all that stormy inner turmoil, bitter confusion, seething envy, smouldering anger, tender worry, naked fear, wavering guilt and dark ambition.

Ian McDiarmid, on the other hand, looks like he's having fun. And lots of it. Oozing diabolical fiendishness, Senator Palpatine a.k.a Darth Sidious shows just how good it is to be bad - skilfully, singlehandedly plotting wars, manipulating both heroes and villians, along with his own disposible Sith Apprentices, he is the big bad villian to savour before Darth Vader steps in for the later episodes.

When Palpatine sneers 'Are you threatening me, Master Jedi?' (oh, the delightful weighed naunces), you know this is where the movie really takes flight. The range, from his pathetic, pitiful whimpers of 'I'm too weak! Don't kill me! I give up! Please! Please don't...' to his triumphant ghastly, crackling howl
of 'Power! Un-lim-mited POWER!' is a sheer delight to watch.

Ewan McGregor also seems to be enjoying the ride, although his somber, tragic Jedi role limits his fun to a more subtle brand. Anyone else think he was trying to hide a smirk when Obi-Wan Kenobi first righteously proclaims, 'You won't get away this time, Dooku.'?

I'm sure that name strikes fear in the hearts of many.

en at 11:21 am