“Just because his weapon was cool doesn't make the character cool,” Kratos argued, his volume dropping back to normal levels as he tried to make his point to his brother. “He was a dark Jedi, Zee. He stood for everything evil and twisted and bad. He represented what happens when people give in to the anger and hatred inside of them. There is no way that is cool.”
He shook his head, still put out with the movie as a whole. But now, Zelos had given him a focus. Other than Jar Jar Binks. Which was good because that thing just made Kray feel like hitting something.
“I don't think that it was that Jedi know how to cut things so they still work,” he said in reference to the double-bladed laser sword still working after being separated into two parts. “Because if you were fighting, wouldn't you want to disable your opponent's weapon? No, it wasn't that it was cut so it would still work. It was made so that it would still work. Which means that Maul was skilled at creating, but he used that for a bad purpose, which is twice as bad.”
His chin lifted, and he indicated the storefront just ahead. “There's an ice cream shop. You want some?” Kratos would love a cone. With sprinkles. No point in getting it if you weren't getting sprinkles.
“If this is the way all the movies are going to go, I might not go to the next one.” It was almost blasphemy, but it was the truth. Kratos was that put out with what Lucas had done to something so beloved.