Well, there's hope: Lucas might die and leave behind others able to do better.

Rating: 5/10 (11 July 2007)

"Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith" goes a long way toward proving two very important facts. The first is that creative genius, like lightning, seldom strikes twice in the same venue. The second is that inspiration, while certainly bettered with age in some, turns to rancid vinegar in others. In short: a sad and disappointing end to a sad and disappointing set of prequels. 1977's George Lucas once brought to us the finest that science fiction had to offer: a highly original and embracing tale loved by thousands if not millions from two generations, followed nicely in the next four years. Yet today's Lucas has managed to introduce the current generation to a malaise of theatrical regurgitation. Visual overstimulation worthy of a bad anime is weighed down by a tonnage-level dungheap of weak comedy and bad voiceovers, and enough CG to send anyone remembering the realism of actual sets and stop-motion photography into a coma. Its only saving graces are parts of its cast {whom Lucas still somehow manages to direct into sounding flat and hollow, lacking in chemistry, and occasionally being very badly-lit}, and the fact that its plot is somewhat better than its two prequel-cessors.
At least Lucas' tucked-tail, X-Files sell-out creations of the "midiclorians," though unfortunately mentioned in this film, only appear briefly.
Ah, George, George, it is my sincere hope you one day develop polyps.