What can one say about a movie franchise that’s been a part of one’s life for, oh, nearly thirty years or so? Well, not much. My husband David and I went to see Revenge of the Sith yesterday, as stated. Before the movie, we had a really nice, leisurely meal at Brass. After the movie, we came home. In between, we waited to see how Anakin would end up in the Darth Vader armor with the menacing breathing and codpiece and buttons on his chest and all. Once upon a time, in a locality far, far away, each installment of…