There are three stages to grieving: denial ("Honestly, Jar Jar apart there's loads of good stuff in TPM"), anger ("Fucking Hayden, fucking meadows, thank fuck for Yoda") and, finally, acceptance. Sith is what it is. The best of its type, the last of its kind and rightfully the biggest movie of the year. In short, Sith was all anyone might reasonably hope for. Of course, some people held out unreasonable hopes - praying for the miraculous rediscovery of Episode's IV soul, not Episode II with a sleeker body - and therefore the overcooked debates ("CGI sucks/CGI rules") still simmer. For these people we recommend the fourth stage of grief: moving on.