Anakin’s conversion to the Dark Side is sure, but why will the ‘Chosen One’, the man supposed to bring balance to the Force, turn so violently against his mentors? Because – blame the bloody intergalatic NHS – you can’t get a decent midwife for love nor money.
The scale snares the breath, the drama delivers hell, even the droid slapstick comes off. The spine-tingling thrum of the credits and the traditionally risible opening crawl fade out and we hit the ground sprinting, with a swashbuckling space rescue that winningly recaptures the matinee-serial spirit of the original trilogy, all close calls and cliffhanging. The reason for this upswing in storytelling? Simple: this time, there’s a story to tell. Galaxies ahead of The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones, it replaces the early prequels’ plod with pace, passion, and purpose. Perversely, though, for all the pain and suffering and severed limbs, Episode 3 is a superb sugar-rush of summer entertainment.
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