Tonight was opening night for Star Wars Episode III: A Lost Hope, or whatever it’s being called. A bunch of my friends reserved tickets in advance to go see it. Instead, I went with another friend of mine from college to see Arsenic and Old Lace, a wonderful classic play written by a British playwright about a Brooklyn family, but inspired by a few old ladies from the same little western New York town as my friend. It was a decent production, with an amusing mix of accents and excellent ham-up-ing. In other words, its dramatic value must have far exceeded that of Star Wars Episode III: The Revenge of George Lucas.