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.)
Naboo’s in trouble again, and Padme knows just the dorks to help her save the day.
Saw’s fight is over; Galen’s read the guide on how to die like a Star Wars dad; Anakin’s back again to defend his title.
Anakin leads the effort to get Poor Palpatine to safety; Obi-Wan takes in the view.
Anakin is well on the Road to Nowhere Good; Dooku learns an important lesson the hard way.
Not content with the level of drama already present in the film version, Star Wars takes Episode 3 up a notch, and I cry.
Yoda’s here to see Anakin off to his first day in charge; Bail Organa’s got a secret — and brandy — to share.
Anakin gets a promotion; Bail and Padme go for a misery-soaked joyride in Sheev’s car.
Anakin and Padme make a decision that sort of ends up indirectly dooming the universe; finally someone other than Obi-Wan cuts off a limb.