(first of all, Happy Ataturk Day!)
Yes, I saw it at midnight, all dressed up (as a smuggler, i.e. sexy pirate). All of this is theoretically a spoiler, but the things you don't already know I'm going to say are cut, mostly so that all the world can read the inevitable gripe: I wouldn't be surprised if Revenge of the Sith was written (and acted, with the exception of Ewan McGregor and Samuel "L stands for Badass Motherfucker" Jackson) by monkeys chained to typewriters. Who are badly paid. And in the third grade.
That being said,
I went into it expecting to measure it up against Cabaret, and of course it lacked the heartbreaking intimacy with evil, the blur between text and subtext, the chemistry (even a little coherence would have been nice!). It had stock political bodies and an archvillain who looked, in the immortal words of Melissa, like "a nasty, nasty duck." But it had beautiful camerawork (the shot of Anakin entering the temple made me shiver) and a Napoleon line - "I am the Republic!" (okay, almost a Napoleon line). If it had had a little more tone at all, it would have been an overwhelming sense of helpless collapse. Palpatine's speech about the interchangability of the Jedi and Sith - it's true, if one only has a knowledge of the events of these three movies, as Anakin does. It may have been true for a time. I don't think I can call the movie good or bad, just striking. There is vision in it, but not much else.
Incidentally, the Qui-Gon is Anakin's father theory has been justified! The power of immortality is associated with the ability to cause midiclorians to create life... Qui-Gon gains some secret of immortality... eh? I'm still a believer.
Also, Wookiees rule.