They most certainly were not being too harsh, thank you very much. I'd forgotten how much this movie truly sucked, probably because I was too young when I saw it (I was left with a vague impression of it being cheap and puerile, though). I saw the RiffTrax version and it all came flodding back... I sat there with a slack-jawed stare that reflected my disbelief that anyone could shift so completely and seamlessly from A New Hope to "meesa called Jar-Jar Binks!".
To me, TPM is like a caricature of everything that was mildly corny and silly about the first three movies magnified by a factor of 100, with every redeeming quality removed. It's more like an amateur (possibly retarded) director with limited knowledge of Star Wars trying to make an imitation movie than an actual genuine Star Wars movie.
Edit: I used to have hockey hair, and it really is kind of theraputic. You can rub your fingers through the thick mat on the top of your head and sort of.... get lost in it.
"Well, I feel great! I've never felt so masculine! I feel like Guy Lafleur..."