As a follow-on from 2005’s ‘Robot Chicken’ animated movie, Seth Green’s current oeuvre, Robot Chicken Star Wars II is clearly a product of either a brilliantly perceptive mind, or somebody whose parents partook of one too many hallucinatory non-prescription unguents during the height of the hippie era. As the individual responsible is the aforementioned Mr Green, the tousle-haired ‘son’ of Doctor Evil, Mike Myers’ remarkably amusing creation in his spy movie parodies, either conclusion could be equally true. As you might imagine from a chap possessing a strong relationship with Seth MacFarlane, who lends his voice to the animated version of ‘Emperor Palpatine’ among other characters in this strangely beguiling little concoction, Green’s creative nous is tested to the maximum.

To be fair to the production, it is probably more hit than miss but the myriad little sketches that seem to follow a Star Wars theme are a combination of brilliantly perceptive, moderately amusing, averagely enlightening and feebly unfunny. In some respects, a second and even a third viewing does release additional emotions but I wonder just how many people will bother. The majority of viewers will either get it or not and it will fall by the wayside, to be picked up by the quirkier of cult movie watchers, who will start to analyse it in far greater depth than I am prepared to within this available space. If you have not yet ‘got’ the connection between both of the Seths, which might lead you to believe that a more appropriate title for the animated film would be ‘The Revenge of the Seths’, then you are probably not a fan of the nocturnal cartoon ‘soap’, ‘Family Guy’, which is actually MacFarlane’s creation but is aided and abetted by Green.

The similarities are more than obvious, not least in the voices. Talking of which, Carrie Fisher was encouraged out of her self-imposed ex-Star Wars solitude to recreate her character for Mr Green. I simply hope that she gets the joke and that it does not rocket her back to rehab. It may come as some relief to appreciate that this parody, or perhaps a series of parodies and fresh views, whisk in and out of a host of sketches that are either too long or so quick that, should you blink you will miss their point. While I have a personal view on this interesting little assembly, I fear that one too many potential purchasers will wonder why they bothered and, for that reason, I do mark it down, even though it is sure to catch on somewhere…Kazakhstan, perhaps, or maybe Sasha Baron-Cohen has already tipped the balance in the wrong direction in that country?