One stab of humor and the whole conceit would pop, but I have a grim feeling that Lucas wishes us to honor the remorseless non-comedy of his galactic conflict, so here goes. Since then, he has swung out of orbit, into deep nonsense, and the new film is the apotheosis of that drift. He made “American Graffiti,” which yielded with affection to the gravitational pull of the small town. (Isn’t that something you spray on colicky babies?) Bail Organa. Here, by contrast, are some Lucas inventions: Palpatine.
Tolkien, earthed in Old English, had a head start that led him straight to the flinty perfection of Mordor and Orc. All those who concoct imagined worlds must populate and name them, and the resonance of those names is a fairly accurate guide to the mettle of the imagination in question. What is proved beyond question by “Star Wars: Episode III-Revenge of the Sith,” the latest-and, you will be shattered to hear, the last-installment of his sci-fi bonanza, is that Lucas, though his eye may be greedy for sensation, has an ear of purest cloth. It sounds to me like the noise that emerges when you block one nostril and blow through the other, but to George Lucas it is a name that trumpets evil.
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