
Revenge Of The Sith is arguably the only Star Wars prequel that’s genuinely good. The story itself is fundamentally unnecessary: While it adds a slight bit of depth to Vader’s character in A New Hope, there’s nothing here we need to actually enjoy said classic. But on its own merits, it’s a fun slice of self-serious pulp.
Unless, apparently, you are noted feminist author and social critic Camille Paglia.
To be fair, Paglia is, in addition to being a controversy magnet, a respected academic and most of the time not nearly as daffy as she’s normally portrayed once you bother to read her work. And she’s not arguing that Revenge of the Sith is the best movie of the last thirty years.
She’s arguing it’s the best work of art created, period, in the last thirty years.
Well, what about Revenge of the Sith? You say it’s the greatest work of art, in any medium, created in the last 30 years. It’s better than… uh, Matthew Barney or Rachel Whiteread or Chris Ware or Peter Doig?
Yes, the long finale of Revenge of the Sith has more inherent artistic value, emotional power, and global impact than anything by the artists you name. It’s because the art world has flat-lined and become an echo chamber of received opinion and toxic over-praise.
Then the interview turns to discussing why artists can’t take penises seriously. Which is actually part of Paglia’s ongoing work. Makes you wonder what she thinks lightsabers are.
There is, of course, more than a hint of “You goddamn kids” in this opinion, considering that Revenge Of The Sith is made by somebody roughly Paglia’s age in a mode that the word “old-fashioned” doesn’t begin to truly describe. She’s also willfully ignoring a lot of artistic work in film in favor of a movie almost nobody else actually thinks about all that much anymore.
On the other hand, it is fairly safe to say that Revenge of the Sith is better than a series of avant-garde movies named after a muscle found in the nutsack and filling a house with concrete. So we’re with you that far, Professor Paglia.




I’d make a dick joke but I respect Camille too much to trifle in such shenanigans.
Yeah… I respect her too, but Jeebus.
that’s the third one, right? the one where Trainspotting hops on a giant lizard thing and chases the octopus robot guy who’s inside a giant rock tumbler thing?
and you’re saying its “genuinely good”?
i find fault in your premise, sir.
No, you’re thinking of the second one. The third one is where Luke’s mom dies because he explodes her vagina, and also she’s sad.
Before that, though, it’s pretty solid. Not O.T. level, but a good movie.
Wasn’t the 3rd one where one of the major villians was an asthmatic cyborg?
Yeah, it was. And I think I’m confusing Episode II and Episode III, possibly because I saw Episode II in a haze of rage, loathing, and vomit.
In other news, Camille Paglia is f***ing stoned.
Im having a slightly hard time believing that she believes that to be true and isn’t just using it as an insult towards the “artists” shes raging against with the whole vomiting echo chamber comment.
So did I, but I saw nothing in the interview (which is actually pretty entertaining) that indicates that to be the case. :-/
Might be a little easier to swallow if you were actually old enough for the original Star Wars craze. Most of us that comment here probably weren’t even born yet. It was a global phenomenon that makes Twilight look like Moonrise Kingdom.
Revenge of the Sith is probably the best Star Wars movie (not my favorite, but probably the best). I think Paglia is one of those populist critics that value widespread appeal, which most critics could give a fuck. And no other art form has the global impact of a Hollywood movie.
It’s not bad, but it’s not “The Empire Strikes Back”.