Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith

Instead of producing a childish movie for adults, [Lucas]'s come up with an adult movie for kids.

Revenge of the Sith is still junk.

[Lucas] built a perfect beast but left out the heart.

The technical wizardry, the special effects, the ear-buzzing sound, the mind-numbing action and those magnificent light-sabres are all there.

The special effects, of course, are incomparably good and the digital photography achieves a dazzling clarity.

It soon becomes obvious that there is no avoiding the burden of predictability: there is nothing, essentially, in the film's story that we don't know already.

Putting more energy, emotion and imagination on-screen than he has in 25 years, George Lucas completes his Star Wars double trilogy with visual triumph and mythic tragedy.

Wrapping up the Star Wars mythology in a more taut, coherent and human fashion than before it's also characterized by an undercurrent of poignancy as we bid farewell to a far-out pop culture landmark.

Revenge of the Sith is an anemic script pumped up on so many cinematic steroids, it's lost all sense of dramatic finesse.

Sith feels lighter, yet more substantial and tragic at the same time.