Recently, the idea that the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy has caused people to change their views on the Prequels has become prevalent. From fairweather ‘fans’ who never gave the Prequels a fair shot to Simon Pegg, who never gave the Prequels a fair shot, people are starting to re-appraise Lucas’ creator-led work.
The idea from some quarters that people are only now jumping on the Prequel bandwagon has played on my mind. For what it’s worth, I’ve been consistent in my appraisal of Lucas’ saga. The Prequels tell a great story but suffer from some shoddy execution, no more so than Attack of the Clones; a film of good ideas undone by slopiness and in a style that doesn’t quite work. Meanwhile Revenge of the Sith has been a high point of the saga since 2005 – an impression only re-affirmed with time.
Yet I’ve also been guilty of dismissing the Prequels over the years. It’s always been in an attempt to fit in with the prevailing view point, and never been true to my own heart – and nowhere was this more prevalent that through my relationship with Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace.