And if that isn't the perfect closing shot I don't know what would be

It being 10:27pm Eastern Time in the US, I assume that most of you _haven't_ just come back from a midnight screening of Revenge of the Sith.  Over here on British Summer Time, however, I have.

Review to possibly follow, but in general I have to say I rather enjoyed it.  The direction is now fine, even if the action scenes aren't quite as gripping as they could be.  The dialogue is really the only let down, and apart from a couple of moments even that wasn't actively bad.  And it ties it all together nicely, with a few throwaway lines sorting out the major fanboy gripes - almost as if Lucas was thinking "How can I answer their questions without actually telling them anything?"

Anyway, if you've seen the other 5 then you're going to see it, if you aren't already a fan this is the worst possible place to start.

Oh, good Lord

Should you have seen Revenge of the Sith then read this - most definitely the best Darth Vader blog I've read.  It twists between humour and drama and while I disagree with a few of the interpretations, it captures the emotions behind varius of the events extremely well.

Small clip from the entry set just after Empire Strikes Back:

Okay, I admit it. I cut off the kid's hand. Everything went downhill after that.

He popped out of the carbon chamber before I could freeze him, which was a neat trick. The duel ranged. I threw objects at him with my mind, which was obviously beyond his ken as he reacted by trying to dodge them like a low man. Then I blew him through a window.

It went on and on.

He didn't even want to talk about the power of the dark side.

And then it happened: down on the catwalk as we clashed again and he struck me with his sabre, glancing my shoulder. He struck me, and I just lost my cool -- without really thinking it through I lopped off his hand. Little bugger!

He was as raw as he was going to get, though he exerted an impressive will to keep his fear from boiling over. As he crawled away from me across the catwalk I figured I had nothing to lose. It's time to spill the beans. It's now or never. I took a deep breath: "Luke, Obi-wan never told you what happened to your father..."

He screamed and jibbered, clinging over a chasm fathoms deep. His pain moved me. And not in the usual good way. I mean I felt for him. So I did as I said I would: I reached out to him. I told him we could be in it together, come what may.

Oh, in traditional blog style, you have to read the entries from the bottom up.