We all went to the movies to see The Clone Wars tonight. We were planning to do it next week, but apparently it’s sinking like a stone; today was it’s last day at our local theater.

So off we went. I was prepared to endure it, even if only for the sake of the children.” But it wasn’t half bad.

Maybe it was because my expectations were so low. It’s hard to expect a comic-book drawing to be Han Solo, even if the drawing is animated and seems at time to have some depth as well. (I mean, the drawing is nearly 3D. I’m not talking about any of the characters.)

Speaking of flat characters, a few observations: The little girl padawan learner was roughly what I expected. The battle droids were stupid, but not in a cute way the way the writers and directors seemed to have meant them to be. (On the other hand, Jar-Jar never even had a cameo, so that’s still a net plus.) Jabba’s uncle was simply dreadful … but only to grown-ups, it would appear.

The graphics, on the other hand, were very nice. There were whole scenes (or at least long chunks) where I forgot the bizarreness of the medium. And when Obi-wan first got into his Jedi Starfighter, I leaned over to my wife and said, “I have got to get me one of those.”