It's undeniably the best film of the trilogy (yes it's just a trilogy, as if that other drivel counts) and now George Lucas' interstellar masterpiece has been given the Shakespearean once-over with The Empire Striketh Back.
This merry re-imagining is ripe with Elizabethan-era tragedy; it's got love, betrayal, battles, destiny, teachers and pupils. All woven together in the unmistakable iambic pentameter of the immortal Bard of Avon and accompanied by beautiful black-and-white illustrations.
Han: O, vile! These tauntauns have an awful stench outside, but nothing did I know of wretchedness, disgusting rot, and sick'ning filth til this new smell hath made attack upon my nose.
Lando: I prithee, tell me: what shall happen to both Leia and the Wookie?
Vader: Never shall they leave this city Lando: This doth push the bounds toofar! Imprisonment was never a condition of the bargain we did make, and 'twas not in the plan to hand o'er Han unto this bounty hunter! Vader: Mayhap thou dost think thou has unfairly treated been?
Luke: Nay, 'tis not true! It is impossible! Vader: Pray, search thy feelings, Luke. Thou know it is true. Luke: Nay!