Thoughts On Clone Wars

(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 15.678% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)

So I’m about a third of the way through the first season of Clone Wars.  While it’s not a great show, it’s a perfect exercise show: it’s got two action sequences per twenty-minute segment, and switches around in locale a lot.  This frenzied pace helps to take my mind off the anguish in my legs.
The two things that constantly amuse me about this show:
1)  It’s brutal.  For a kid’s show, they don’t pull any punches about people dying in horrible ways.  There’s one particularly gruesome episode where they infiltrate General Grievous’ lair and the Jedi and Clone Troopers get picked off one by one, and I’m like, “Damn, son, errbody gettin’ killeded.”
2)  The accents.  I suspect a lot of kids won’t know that the Clone Troopers are based on an Australian accent.  So some day, there’s going to be a confused kid meeting an Australian who’s thinking, “What the hell?  Is this guy a Clone Trooper?”
(EDIT: Apparently, it’s a “Kiwi” accent.  My ignorance of Australian and New Zealand culture knows no bounds, apparently.  Sorry, guys!)

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