So I've been a Star Wars fan since I first saw Episode IV, back when I was six years old, in 1977.  I remember sitting in the movie theater, and trembling a bit when Darth Vader force-choked Admiral Motti.  

Okay, let's be honest.  It scared me, so much so that I actually wet my pants.  But I didn't say anything because I was both a bit ashamed and like really into the movie.

Anyhow, so years go by.  I faithfully watch and absolutely love episodes V and VI.  It all feels so bittersweet when episode VI ends, because, well, that's all folks.

Then, the prequels came out.  I really wanted to like them.  Episode I is, in a word, terrible.  I wish I liked it.  I don't.  It crushed me a little, really.

I'm a fanboy.  It's not a title I wear with even the least bit of shame.  There's even a movie about some Star Wars fanboys on a mission to watch Episode I with their terminally ill friend.  It's a hysterical movie which Spacey and I have watched together, because he's a fanboy too.  (In fact, he is the one who introduced me to the film.)

Episodes II and III are okay.  I don't mind them.  But I don't watch them over and over the way I do the original movies.  They don't speak to me.

When I first heard Episode VII, The Force Awakens was coming out, I had very mixed feelings.  I didn't want to get hoodwinked.  I'd sort of put aside my feelings of being let-down by the prequels, and developed a veneer of careful apathy.

I watched the trailers, but with a careful distance.  

Then Missy, Marybeth and I got tickets to see it.  In IMAX, in 3-D at the Air & Space Museum Extension over by Dulles Airport.  I couldn't maintain my jaded, and let's admit it, artificial ennui anymore.  I was hyped.

So we went.

And it was, in a word, glorious.

I felt like I was six again.  I laughed, cheered, cried, made the appropriate ooh's and ahh's at all the right points.  (No, I didn't wet my pants.  Although if I'd prepared for it ahead of time, I could have done so comfortably.  Maybe I need to get some tickets to see it again.)

I won't spoil any little bit of it for you.  You should go see it.

People were nervous. Heck I was nervous.  J. J. Abrams? Lens flare guy?  I don't know...

But he did a great job.  The movie bridges the franchise, so that a new generation of actors and stories can continue it.  

I never really gave up on Star Wars.  I was here waiting for it to be great again.  And it is.

My friend Shokolada (who has mad google-fu), found this comic for me, which expresses my heartfelt yearning for, and reconnection to Star Wars so well.

It's like a ray of hope.  (Shush.)


AuthorMako Allen
Categories365 Gratitude