Dear George Lucas,
If by some miraculous quirk you ever read this, I just want to apologize. I'm sorry for all of the times that I ridiculed your prequel movies. I'm sorry for ever thinking that the Star Wars franchise would be better off in someone else's hands. I'm sorry that fans like me drove you away and made you resent the idea of continuing to be involved with the franchise.
I just watched . . .
a movie that actually had a plot device where a Jedi found a journey marker the same way that the Goonies once did. In this same movie, Sheev Palpatine used Force lightning so strong that it disabled an entire fleet of starships, and then seconds later had it blocked . . . by a lightsaber. I saw an OT TIE Fighter get pulled out of a character's ass and taken through hyperspace. And I witnessed some people applaud at the end of all of it.
I watched multiple characters using "Life Force" to heal and resurrect in such a casual way as if to suggest that every Force user that came before was stupid for not doing it in equally urgent circumstances. Luke was apparently stupid for not using it to save Anakin in ROTJ. Obi-Wan was stupid for not using it to save Qui-Gon. Anakin was stupid to not use it to save his mother. And he even turned to the dark side because he couldn't figure out what so many others seem to just be able to do as easily as passing gas. And I witnessed some people applaud at the end of all of it.
And I could go on . . . and on . . . and on . . .
Mr. Lucas if you also had to witness any of what I just did, you have my sincere sympathies. I'm sorry.
So true... a lesson in: be careful what you wish for.