I'm taking an awful risk, Lucas. This had better work.

In a review as merciless as Anakin Skywalker wielding a lightsaber, Anthony Lane chops the head off George Lucas and the shallow mythmaking of which Episode III: Revenge of the Sithforms the last third. Lucas, Lane writes, has produced "an art of flawless and irredeemable vulgarity." Further:

All movies bear a tint of it, in varying degrees, but it takes a vulgarian genius such as Lucas to create a landscape in which actions can carry vast importance but no discernible meaning, in which style is strangled at birth by design, and in which the intimate and the ironic, not the Sith, are the principal foes to be suppressed. It is a vision at once gargantuan and murderously limited, and the profits that await it are unfit for contemplation.