Sunday night in a hotel room, not much to do but watch T.V. until bedtime, and one of the cable stations was showing a Star Wars marathon, so I watched that for a while. I had forgotten just how cringe-invokingly bad some of the dialog is. Even though most of the lines in Return of the Jedi were etched on my 11-year-old brain to the point that I could almost predict them word for word, I still couldn't sit through the scene where Luke tells Leia that she's his sister. Where are the little robot silhouettes in the corner when you need them? I did finally see The Force Awakens. It was fine, I guess.