Just when you thought Star Wars couldn't get any worse than Jar Jar Binks... we meet a "tween" girl Jedi. Hannah Montana with a lightsaber. She's not as frustratingly out of plae as Jar Jar, but her dialogue is more gut-wrenching than any love pledge Anakin ever attempted. Oh, and did I mention the, ahem, "effeminate" Hutt who sounds like Droopy the Dog? The story contributes nothing to the Star Wars mythology, except to create more headaches for fans obsessed with continuity and more toy merchandising lines for George Lucas. Hardcore fans will be disappointed; casual fans will be bewildered; children will be delighted.