As requested by Lee, here is a rundown of Sith. As you can see it is short, not very ranty, and without pictures. I'm certain there are more than enough reviews of this movie floating around.

I felt that posterity demanded some kind of place-marker, as this will probably be the last midnight screening I go to. I vaguely recall dad taking me to see the original trilogy when I was young, and felt maybe there should be some meaningful closure to my role in this cultural phenomenon.

The night
Was good. We had a crew and got down there at 9ish, which put us roughly in the first fifth of the line. The posse of ten included myself and Carla, Scroop and Director Bob. Conspicuously absent was Leedrick, who left the country in favour of watching the movie with us. My siblings also attended, but unfortunately I could only get them tickets in another cinema. We still got to mingle with them, and they had a good time.

The queue was unaggressive and stinky as only a room chock full of wimpy geeks can get. I waited in the soft drink line for about 45 minutes, of course missing the moment the line went into the cinema - making a bit of a mockery of my three hour wait in the queue. This is what you get when your girlfriend bats her eyelashes at you thirstily.

I took no camera, but Thursday's West Australian had a half-page picture on page 3 in which you can see the back of Simon's head off to the left side. I am sitting just off frame (this is my claim to fame - I was once sitting next to a guy whose back you could see in a picture of the West Australian.)

For some reason they let the Cinema 16 queue in two hours early (we were in Cinema 11, my siblings in 4), and proceded to blast the audience with quotes from the earlier movies, in what I assume was an attempt to build up a geeky fervour before the screening.

On the movie
Hayden Christensen comes good, but I'll never be happy as long as I know Ryan Phillippe was being considered[1]. Way Of The Gun and Crash are masterpieces as far as I'm concerned.

I would have been more pleased with the movie if I weren't left with the distastefully cheesy memory of Darth Vader screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! to the skies, pitifully waving his fists in the air. Now every time I see him I'll be half expecting him to flop to his knees blubbering and rubbing his eyes.

Mace Windu rocks, but in a soft-metal sort of way. The freaky and understated coolness of having Samuel L Jackson play a Jedi Master is offset by how inappropriate it is in the movie. He basically comes across as a cardboard cut-out with a wicked purple light-sabre.

Terrible directing, worse dialogue. Great action/CGI/characters. Obi-wan was the focus (which is as it should be,) not Anakin (how much flexibility can you get - his role is pretty much set in stone from the beginning.)

Anakin: You are so beautiful
Padme: (combing hair in the moonlight) Maybe it's because I'm In Love.
Anakin: (eyes watering) No. It is because I am In Love.
Paul: (eyes watering) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

I straight-up enjoyed this movie. It was sweet, and by sweet I mean totally sweet. I do miss Jim Henson's muppets. I give it eight Mylochs for exceeding my expectations (which were high, following positive reviews.) And yes, I am a little sad that it is over.

Footnotes:
[1] IMDB on Ryan Phillippe: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000202/news