My first reaction? A Wookie-sized yawn. I absolutely loved the first Star Wars movies, this side idolatry. The second batch I found massively disappointing, embarrassing even (yes, Jar Jar Binks, I am looking at you - Jesus Christ, Lucas, what the hell were you thinking?).
And now George is busily scribbling three more. I’m sorry, that’s it for me. I had respect for the guy once. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far away, he promised to be a great director. American Graffiti was a wonderful film. But what director worth his salt spends his whole lifetime making the same damn movie!
Which brings me to my second reaction on hearing the news above. Sadness. A real sadness for Lucas. For the career that might have been. For the films of genius that never were. For the director in him that died long long ago. RIP George.