I'm not overly fond of the last two Star Wars prequels. I don't regard them with the raving, fulminating hatred that some do, but neither do I hold that they are the revealed final truths of life and cinema. They are simply two movies which have a number of excellent scenes but fail to connect them into a truly impressive film. They also suffer from structural flaws which don't make them unwatchable, but do damage their ability to seamlessly mesh with what little is mentioned about the characters in Episode IV. Nothing I had seen or heard had led me to believe that Episode III would be any improvement.
Naturally the wife and I were in line at 9:30pm Wednesday for the first midnight show.