Too tired to really blog and I'm hopelessly behind in annoying everyone with the tedious details of my life, but we did go to the movies last night (and even grabbed a bite and Noodle & Co or something like that beforehand). I wanted to see HGTTG, but sadly it was replaced at the Evanston Century by yet another screen of Star Wars. So we succumbed.

JT's Impressions:

1. My G-d, George Lucas needs to be beaten severely for writing that dialogue.
2. Digital effects, no matter how expensively created, suck my ass.
3. John Williams can use a beating, too.
4. James Earl Jones has the coolest fucking voice on the planet.
5. shark boy*
6. I never before noticed that Ewan McGregor has these really major moles on his face. They're extremely disturbing, considering how handsome he usually is.
7. No, really. The dialogue is just so fucking bad.
8. The story, however, stands pretty strong.
9. I slept through some of the battle scenes. Really, the digital crap is so irritating that it was like my whole system shut down. I'm also pregnant, so I am so tired...
10. Lucas' direction to the actors must have sounded like "now, say it as though you're (insert bad porn star name here)." You know, if you can't make Samuel L. Jackson sound tough, you really aren't all that good with actors.

Sorry, I wanted to like it more....

* To be explained later, if I remember. Pregnancy brain's a .....
....Huh? Did I say something?