I haven't read any reviews of Clone Wars on the blogsphere because I wanted to spit out my main reaction before having it skewed (the Heisenberg Principle):

Guilt.

I was told by Stooge not too worry about too much thinking and pondering and pontificating in the film. He did not mislead. I was happy. About half-way through, I told myself that Stooge was right and I was happy.

There was some plotting going on (forcing the Jedi to align themselves with gangsters) and it definitely moved the story, but it was unnecessary. It was not part of the story arc of the main characters. It did not make the prequels (or, specifically, EP III) any more poignant, meaningful, provocative or enduring.

Clone Wars added nothing to the saga.

And I enjoyed it immensely. The film's just a fun space-filler between episodes. I really do look forward to more stuff like this. This is so much better than so much of the EU's psychological solo self-satisfication.

I was feeling a little guilty that there was no "there" there -- if you catch my meaning. That feeling came right about when Ohsaka and Anakin were engaged in yet another round of banter (I think it was right about when the got to the top of the monastery mountain -- or whatever that thing was). I was having fun, and so were they.

Adventure, heh! Excitement, heh!

Well, maybe Clone Wars does move the story forward a bit. Anakin was, in fact, having fun. He was, like jkelly2, having fun attacking the roger-rogers (as jkelly2 calls them), jumping off speeders, running up mountains and navigating spice freighters. Win, lose or draw, that's what Palps wanted out of all this.

I felt the same fun, excitement and guilt that I believe the movie was conveying in Anakin's adventures -- with the difference being that I don't know Anakin felt the guilt he should have felt. I liked this movie.