What killed it for me was the revelation that Leia was Luke’s twin sister. At that moment, Disbelief, which I had taken the precaution of suspending before I entered the theater, came crashing down on my head. With great effort, and the help of a chain hoist, I managed to get Disbelief re-suspended, but I spent the rest of the movie looking up ever few minutes to make sure it was still hanging and not going to fall again and do further damage to my cranium. Hell, I went to see ROTS and saw Padme freakin’ give birth to the twins, and I still don’t believe it. I think that medical droid had an extra baby girl around because of some record-keeping error that she slipped under that whatsit over Padme’s midsection when the “twins” were delivered to cover for the mistake. I mean, hell, wouldn’t a civilization advanced enough to have FTL travel and freakin’ robots doing the doctoring have monitoring devices that could detect twin feti in utero, and if that failed to function correctly, you’d think that Anakin would have maybe put his hand on Padme’s tummy at some point and said, “hey, wait a minute…”
Actually, the older I get, and the more documentaries I watch about warfare, the easier I find it to believe that a small furry people using Stone Age technology could, in fact, defeat the battle machinery of the Galactic Empire. I figure, the Imperial troops, being used to dealing with an enemy that employed technology similar to there own, simply wouldn’t have been prepared to deal with the type of weaponry and tactics the Ewoks used. Laser blasters, yeah, been there, done that, we can cope. Big ol’ honkin’ logs swinging from the trees knocking our AT-ST’s over, or rolled in front of them and tripping them up, WTF? But, dammit, they were disgustingly cute.
As for Han Solo, and Harrison Ford’s lackluster portrayal of, in the audio commentary on the ROTJ DVD, Lucas said that Ford thought that Solo should have been killed off early in the film in some grand self-sacrificing manner.
It seems he was right.