There is a reason you skipped-over this material in the live-action versions of the latest Star Wars trilogy, George. It's deadly boring and not very inventive and you knew it. Even in comparison to the Skywalker angst and predictable political intrigue peppered through-out episodes I-III. Apparently, George, this was originally only Bantha fodder for television and you thought it was good enough for the big screen. Nope. Sorry.
The only part that made me sit-up and take any notice at all in this snore-fest is the introduction of new Jabba-like character, the a gay, campy, over-the-top Ziro the Hutt. Jabba's "queer" Uncle Ziro is actually a hoot-inducing caricature with the voice of Truman Capote, the face of Pat Carroll and the body of Ralphie May. That said, he makes Jar Jar Binks look like a scion of political correctness.
Besides, I would swear I saw Uncle Ziro at Planet Big last month.
Even a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, fag uncles are creepy, feminine old queens who will steal your children and sell them to kidnappers in exchange for riches to finance their trans-gender procedures and vacation homes on Alderran.
Thanks for perpetuating those negative stereotypes, George. Even if it was the best part of the film, woke-me-up and made me giggle quite a bit. On the plus side, the animation was very well done and quite beautiful to look at.