Fluffball!

The Star Wars-saga is a fantastic story. It's an incredibly detailed world where George Lucas have full merchandising rights. Well done 20th Century Fox. Not a big number you missed out on there. Anyway, despite the fun and awe-factor this epic tale it's a really fucked up story. Number four to six (or original story) have two siblings where one is in love with the other. They even share a kiss! You know, in the old days that was considered a crime. "Blood shame" they called it.
Then the first three movies, or the terrible terrible mistake, whichever you want. In the first movie Ms. Padmé Amidala is about the same age that she is in the other two, whereas Anakin Skywalker is a kid in the first movie, then a teenager and then a guy in his early twenties. Now, either Ms. Amidala is some sort of superbeing who doesn't age or she's the worst pedophelian the moviescreen's seen in a long time. How Natalie Portman's movie career survived this really is beyond me, but well done.

Long live Jar-Jar Binks! Mee-sa so sorry. Enough said.