I do.  I remember when any movie scene that involved a lightsaber duel could capture my attention.  I remember when I could forgive incredibly lame plots, characters, and dialog in return for one awe-inspiring battle.  So when everyone else was busy hating on Episode One, I was busy watching Darth Maul getting sliced in half.  I’ll put up with Jar Jar to see that battle any day.

Along comes Star Wars: Clone Wars, a feature-length animated film that resembles the animation style used in those Clone Wars shorts on Cartoon Network.  You know, the ones that weren’t half bad?  Well, let’s add to that formula.  Do these sound like good starting points: a Hutt-let (Jaba’s son), Jaba’s gay uncle (no, really), and a 12-year-old female padawan that whines more than Anakin?  Most people would read that list and either assume it was a joke, or react violently in protest.  Somehow, these ideas actually made it into the movie.

Terrible.  Horrible.  Painful.  The movie was wretched.  Clone Wars was easily one of the worst movies I have ever watched, and I have seen more movies than most.  And what’s worse is it’s based in one of my favorite “franchise universes.”  I’ve never been one of those elitest fans that hates the new trilogy just because it’s not the original.  They had their ups and downs, but all in all they were enjoyable movies.  But this…  This is inexcusable.  In fact, if I was in charge, I would punish the people responsible.  They should be banned from Hollywood and movie-making forever.

Maybe they should even be imprisoned.  Let’s face it, what they did was wrong.  Please, if you have not watched Clone Wars save yourself the agony and torture.  Trust me, you’ll watch the first 10 minutes and start to wonder if the movie will get any better.  I can tell you: it doesn’t.