Meanwhile, the Chancellor of the Republic, Palpatine (Ian McDiarmid), is engaged in a sly bout of Realpolitik, suspected by nobody except Anakin, Obi-Wan, and every single person watching the movie. Anakin, too, is a divided figure, wrenched between his Jedi devotion to selfless duty and a lurking hunch that, if he bides his time and trashes his best friends, he may eventually get to wear a funky black mask and start breathing like a horse.
I still fail to understand why I should have been expected to waste twenty-five years of my life following the progress of a beeping trash can and a gay, gold-plated Jeeves.
Also, while we’re here, what’s with the screwy syntax? Deepest mind in the galaxy, apparently, and you still express yourself like a day-tripper with a dog-eared phrase book. “I hope right you are.” Break me a fucking give.
1. Bruce Perry05/16/2005 04:32:14 PM
Anthony Lane is at his absolute best with movies he doesn't like. I'd buy a book of his unfavorable reviews. He once reviewed a Disney movie, Prince of Egypt, using only words of one and two sylables. I wish I'd saved that one. Brilliant!
2. Richard Schwartz05/16/2005 06:17:51 PM
I haven't read New Yorker reviews in quite a while. Obviously, I'm missing something.