With his latest installment of the Star Wars epic, George Lucas brings us back into his perfectly crafted world to rejoin the battle of good and evil across the universe. Lucas created this world long ago with uniquely defined sights, sounds and characters. In “Episode II: Attack of the Clones” he brings his world back to life again. This time, it’s the story of the most prolific Jedi ever, a scantily clad Senator and a mixture of space characters - good and evil - vying for control of the universe. The Force is strong and the Jedis rock. And above all, the story and characters are well placed into the overall Star Wars story we all know and love.

With the stroke aside, I say shame on you, George Lucas.

Shame on you for wasting half of the time we get to spend in your world with a trite teen-oriented love story. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m never adverse to the love story. They make the audience connect with the characters for the simple fact that everybody loves or wants to love. Plus sex comes into play and that’s usually never bad. But in the midst of the battle for control of the Force, the bullshit between the two young lovers severely detracts. (Although Natalie Portman’s virtues were definitely a saving grace. Thank you for that George… you dirty old man.) But shame on you for obviously catering to the Titanic demographic.

One unexpectedly cool aspect to “Attack of the Clones” was a closer look into the world of the Jedis. From the training of the youth, to the fighting prowess of a younger and much more nimble Yoda, the Jedis were greater in numbers and fucked people up like we know they can. But just as I got into all the cool Star Wars moments, the two pre-pubes would be back on screen popping their pimples.

George, please watch Episodes IV through VI and get back to more of what we want and not what we can see on Seventh Heaven. Use the Force, George. Use the Force.

My advice is to see it, but don’t repeat it.