The rumors are true, brehs.
Growing up, there was definitely a window of opportunity when I was a kid thirsty for anything imaginative— whether it was fantasy or sci-fi I didn't care, I just spongy imagination was ready to absorb anything. Unfortunately, it was a time when the rest of the world wasn't yet submerged in Western culture and getting something like Star Wars wasn't only a few clicks away. Had I seen the movies during that period, I would have totally been a spergdork today.
Years down the road, and around the time that usual wave of cynicism started creeping up, I had the urge to check the movies out. If only to better understand these greasy, pungent, filthy creatures I always find myself surrounded with. And sure enough, I acquired them, but made the mistake of starting with Episode I.
... Then when Jar Jar Binks showed up on screen and started doing his thing, I was like...

Fuck George Lucas, the mother who birthed him, and everyone they love...
And that's the story of how I gave up on watching this regurgitated bile.