This cartoon is just a darned shame.

Watching The Clone Wars, I decided that it would entertain certain discerning sixth-graders—and this was even after recognizing that these warm feelings have been conditioned over three decades. The relentless grandeur of John Williams’ old score simply excites a Pavlonian response, with its fanfare for common boyishness triggering a stream of drool from any American male with the slightest trace of geek in his makeup.