George Lucas can’t write dialogue to save his life and there’s some horrifically stiff acting in these flicks (by otherwise talented actors even), but I enjoyed the last 1/2 hour or so where they actually made connections to the ’70s flicks, which is really the only reason for anyone my age to watch this garbage.
And Ewan McGregor, what’s up with the wack stiff accent? Eh?
Natalie Portman is so pretty, and (other than the pretty) this role is so unrepresentative of her talents (hello Garden State and Closer are damn fine performances, you Natalie haters).