So yesterday I began my pre-TLJ saga watch-through with Hal’s TPM edit, and something jumped out at me that I’d never noticed before. This group of presumably wealthy politicians, aristocrats and clerics pluck Anakin from obscurity and bring him to the galactic equivalent of New York City, and no one deems it worthwhile to buy the kid some new clothes. He seriously spends the rest of the movie in his greasy slave burlap while the Queen has three or four complete costume changes. What the hell, space adults?