Regarding the following, I felt I put enough into this comment to repost it here:

RE:  Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith |.

This young man posts the following:

D-Man:

Wow, I never knew that when Vader’s helmet lowers onto his head in Empire, he was in his “breathing room”, in a “vulnerable state”. I always assumed he was in his office. The officer was the one in the vulnerable position for bothering Vader. Didn’t think he was lower to the floor either, thought it was just the angle of the camera. Craziness! I also thought the Death Star in Return was the same one from the first movie >.> what can you do. Great review and very entertaining!

I give the following (unnecessarily long) answer:

Citizen Cane:

As regards the “pod” scene. Truly, my young apprentice, that is why the reviewer points it out to the audience. We are pointedly aware of the trepidation felt by the officer informing Vader of the current situation re the Falcon. We are shown over and over in the original films that to the Empire individuals matter not. One wrong move as an officer and you are history! There is another officer probably not any more incompetent than you that may assume your post, and perhaps with your failure and subsequent death fresh in his mind he will perform better or more diligently.

We are so aware of and focused upon this aspect, that we don’t even see the weakness and vulnerability we are shown. But this is the first time we see Vader in the flesh, if only briefly, all scarred and disfigured. We understand subliminally–without even realising it–that Vader may remove his suit in this controlled environment. That this is a limitation forced upon him by whatever fate had befallen him in the past (we suspect, from the films only, that it may have been a fight with Obiwan perhaps, but we have no way of knowing this, from the films alone.) In any case, this is why our dear Mr. Plinkett uses his “You may not have noticed it, but your brain did.” meme. There is in fact nothing wrong with your perception, as all of us–unless we have some skill at film./story analysis–are meant to see the obvious, but on some level, infer the subliminal, or more subtly articulated message.

This is why the scene is so brilliant, and why those who worked on the first films, including the young Lucas himself created such a memorable experience for us all. In later years, it is as though Lucas has forgotten the language of cinema. Even in Return of the Jedi, wherein he introduced the “Ewoks” he was able to use the visual to convey emotion, as in the final battle to take over the generating station. Happy at first, when the surprise attack is working and the rebels are winning. Tragic later, when the Imperial forces are beginning to overwhelm the rebels and their primitive allies, whose clever means of combat are losing their effectiveness. There is, once again as it pointed out in these reviews, no dialogue to convey this. It is all done visually.

Somewhere along the line, George Lucas lost his edge. Sometimes success can do that. Perhaps it is because, to some degree, Lucas is no longer a lean tall healthy young man. It takes work and dedication when one is wealthy, to avoid the caviare and pate de foie gras when necessary, and stay in shape well into ones advancing years. Believe me; I know!! (although sadly not about the wealthy part of it!) And it is difficult to run all over a set when one is in the state of health in which Lucas more recently found himself.

I use the handle “Citizen Cane” because I happen to know that the best versions of “Jerry Atric” are generally taken.

Why not? Why indeed? Most kind of you to post your unfinished work. Many fear to do such a thing. I love, myself, reading unedited or even self-edited work, There is a feel to it, which one grows to love; and, once loved, free’s one of the allure of professionally published work; which, afterall, is merely the same work gone over by a professional eye in view of publication. But to see the work before this has been done. Is to see, as it were “the real thing.”

How very sweet!

And then there are the ones who are more quiet still. Never come close. Perhaps they may admire you from afar and are too shy to speak, perhaps to anyone, let alone someone who delights their eye and soul as well. Perhaps, they are not able to do eve that, because they cannot imagine that your friendliness, or even your general lack of cruelty toward them, is directed, perhaps, or intended as an overture of friendship.

Foolish they might be called, but only one who knows but does not act, is truly a fool.
Although, foolish we feel–as of course, I, a little science boy, was one of them.

Such that I was adored by my sweetheart for more than 5 years before either of us spoke more than a few words to each other.

The rest, as goes the saying, is history. And I am so very fortunate that my reticence–that looked like foolishness, but was not; and that about which I should not feel foolish in retrospect, but do–did not result in two lost souls; incomplete; forever searching for their other half. One never to know how close he was; the other, never having understood his reticence.

I think finding a few, here and there, that actually enjoy ones work–or even many–is its own reward. My reason for writing sonnets has more to do with love than anything else. I has been yet another way in which my sweetheart of the better part of a century may have as much as, of me, she wishes. I do love sonnets and writing them. I love my sweet wife even more than that. This type of writing reminds her of her background and education, which is quite wonderful, and is a type of which one might covet. It was my love for her that took me away from time to time, from science–which is my background–into her world of words, history, literature, etc. Being a young student of science, It seemed as though poetry would be my fastest way into this world. The works are, overall, quite short, very often stunningly beautiful, and span the centuries reflecting their times, much as do other forms of art. This makes for a fine “foot in the door,” as it were, to her world which, when I was quite young, was unfamiliar, and that of which I had no understanding or appreciation apart from my desire to know and to love everything about her.

I have most enjoyed reading your work and will, I’m sure read more of it. I have also enjoyed reading, on this adventure, the work of others. So much has happened in these months. I have been reminded of poetic forms of which I had forgotten; I have learned, in fact, I do learn something new every time I read someone’s work; particularly when it is a new author which which I am unfamiliar. I have, most surprising of all, enjoyed answering questions and responding to comments of others very much,; as, I have found that oft-times it will help me to order my thoughts. I do have to be careful though–I need energy left over to write my sonnets daily, try to make them such as my sweet heart will enjoy, and, of course, many other things, some related to writing, some not.

Regarding being well known, I did gather somehow, upon skimming through some of your other blogs that, although you yourself might not be well known, you may have more than a few acquaintances or friends who are; which I can see, as I believe was (perhaps) your point, might prove something of a “springboard,” so to speak, if desired; Or not, of course, if not so desired.

Throughout all of this, I have found people on wordpress to be, although I’m not sure how or why, much more enthusiastic, and much more kind, even to those with whom they do not understand nor agree. Such followers as I have, are, as one might put it, “all over the map,” both artistically and in, perhaps, all other ways.

I feel quite fortunate to have made your acquaintance in this way.

via When The World Broke | Dean J. Baker – Poetry, and prose poems.