Poor BabyGirl.
She’s the right size, just slimy enough and close enough to non-verbal so that immediately upon leaving the theater where we had just watched The Clone Wars, we all started calling her “Stinky the Huttlet.”
I never thought I’d call any Hutt cute, but Stinky was cute in that big-eyed-baby-Ewok way. Well, a big-eyed-slimy-green-larva-baby way.
We all enjoyed our afternoon out. Of course, we’ll go for anything in the Star Wars universe! I thought the movie was entertaining, even if the clone-on-droid-on-clone battle scenes did get monotonous. The film, for me, lacked a certain spark - but I think that’s bound to happen when you try to squeeze a feature film in between the events of two already fleshed-out films. The CGI was fun. I liked that they included Ahsoka, a young female Jedi padawan who is constantly fighting against people treating her differently because she was a young female in the middle of a war. She fought with the best of the boys.
JediBoy… loved it. There could be no other result. We surprised him with the trip to the theater and he screamed out loud when he figured out what we were doing. He repeated every funny line from the movie the instant it escaped the on-screen CGI lips, and kept up a running commentary (”They just came out of hyperspace. Now he came out of hyperspace too. They’re going to Tatooine, which is a hot desert planet with two suns, and that’s where Anakin came from.”) mostly under his breath. I had to bite my lip not to laugh when I realized that during the scenes in Jabba’s palace, the running commentary was in Huttese.
