It's really clever to use the style of an earlier time, but some trappings of modern life (e.g. cell phones) to make the point that a woman's life in the present has a lot in common with a woman's life in the past.

Let me just say that this makes a surprisingly good double feature with Taxi Driver.

P.S. Mr. Rogers, please come back. We need you.

Is there a worse, more horrific feeling in the world than that feeling right after you totally fucked up? And it's completely irreversible, and you know it? It felt like the camera sat on Peter's face for ten minutes.

Deliberately pulpy, sometimes a bit goofy, but almost never cheesy. It's a fine balance, and one that allows the operatic stuff to work really well. That's really all the shading I need in my Star Wars.

P.S. Dear Mr. Lucas, please remove Hayden Christensen and the Jar-Jars from the end of this movie at your earliest possible convenience. Thanks.