OK, so I'm on my lunch break tralling the wonderful Empireonline.co.uk when my eye is drawn to it's latest Star Wars news story. George Lucas has let the opening scrall of his final installment be realised to the general public in anticipation of the film's May release! "How exciting!" I exclaim in a high pitched squeal. Wanna read? Click continue but don't blame me if it's a plot spoiler. (If you do complain then where have you been for the last decade?)...
“War! The Republic is crumbling
under attacks by the ruthless
Sith Lord, Count Dooku.
There are heroes on both sides.
Evil is everywhere.
In a stunning move, the
fiendish droid leader, General
Grievous, has swept into the
Republic capital and kidnapped
Chancellor Palpatine, leader of
the Galactic Senate.
As the Separatist Droid Army
attempts to flee the besieged
capital with their valuable
hostage, two Jedi Knights lead a
desperate mission to rescue the
captive Chancellor...”
It's too late to resist. I am already rediculously excited and am now terrified that I will be let down. But do know what... if I'm gonna be let down then I may as well go the whole hog! Who's up for dressing up and going to the premiere in Leicester Square to shout at Goerge, Hayden, Ewan, Natalie, et al? Come on people, it's the last movie ever and we're alive to witness it!!! I'm sure I can russle up a gold bikini from somewhere...