STAR WARS III: REVENGE OF THE SITH
By James
As I piled into the cinema with my dad, my brother and anywhere between one and two hundred sweaty Star Wars die-hards, who had enough metal around their eyes and in their mouth to build a small city, I took my seat and mused on what I was about to see.
I hated the earlier two prequels and despite appreciating the importance of the original holy trinity, I couldn't see them in the same perfect light that the true fans did. Mark Hammill had the acting ability of a milkshake, Princess Leia was a serious eye-sore and even Harrison Ford conceded that he couldn't bare to watch his performances.
So as I sat waiting for the film to start in a room with more virgins than I have ever seen in my life, any expectations I had were scraping rock bottom.



