Star Wars, Episode VI, Part I: The Beginning of the End (of the Middle)
We’re going to the desert, and we’re building a Superweapon — this series is going to go out doing what it loves.
We’re going to the desert, and we’re building a Superweapon — this series is going to go out doing what it loves.
Sheev gets the dominoes lined up; Obi-Wan gets a really important assignment (and lives through more trauma); Yoda is understandably not sure about any of this.
Palpatine’s on the verge of a promotion; Padme’s ready to throw down; Obi-Wan has another wonderful day.
Vader is, as usual, harder to kill than expected; this round of Crystal Quest pays off.
Qui-Gon collects his winnings; Anakin says a significant goodbye (and a significant hello); Palpatine is, was, and ever shall be the goddamn worst.
Mace, Yoda and Obi-Wan are really bumming me out; Anakin’s looking for a quick fix; Sidious is lining it all up.
Qui-Gon makes the galaxy’s most significant bet; Anakin probably buys that Boonta Eve poster he keeps in his room later.
Artoo saves the gang for the first of what is surely at least a hundred times by now; it’s time once again for some coarse, rough, irritating sand.
Padme’s got a secret; Anakin doesn’t know what he wants (and doesn’t know what a metaphor is.)
Having survived the first part of their assignment, the Jedi Kids Club takes to the sky — and runs into the Jedi Order’s Crazy Drunk Uncle.