One of the complaints levelled at George Lucas over the years has been that, while he may have known everything there was to know about his franchise (characters, plot, history, set-pieces, the works), he just didnt understand it. He didnt get what made certain characters more popular than others; he couldnt see why so much of his dialogue made people snicker. If there was any proof needed that this was the case, then Yodas part in the final act of Attack Of The Clones would provide it. It was great to see him in the prequels, even CG, but his part was rightly to be limited to providing choice morsels of wisdom and some grumpy muppety premonitions of doom. Right? Right! That is, until he came to face his ex-Padawan Count Dooku, whod just handily knocked seven shades of sparkling sh*te out of Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi. At this point, the ancient Yoda displayed his own lightsaber and turned into a video game character, leaping and pirouetting in the air at mad speeds. Dooku was overmatched by the whirling dervish, barely escaping with his life and leaving Yoda to pick up the coins and power-ups left in the cave systems. It was the stupidest thing many Star Wars fans had ever seen. The venerable Jedi Master, two foot two in his socks and limping around with the aid of a stick, was only two short decades removed from a gentle death of old age at nine hundred years in the swamps of Dagobah. What was all of this Sonic The Hedgehog crap?!
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