So. Where to begin. I’m kind of giddy right now and way overtired and I’m just going to ramble on, hit save and go to bed without editing or proofreading anything.
First, this: I am not going to sit here and pick out the flaws and bitch about continuity. And yes, the dialogue was mostly horrid, but I knew that going in. I expected no less. The acting? I don’t think Hayden Christensen is going to win any Academy Awards in his lifetime.
I went into this movie expecting several things. Mostly, though, I wanted a line to be drawn from A to B, A being Anakin Skywalker and B being Darth Vader. And I got it.
[This is for Ryan John and his accurate post about why the initial beauty of watching Star Wars for the first time has been all but ruined for anyone who still has not seen the movies]
I remember sitting in the darkened theater. Words on the screen:
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…..
Then the Star Wars logo.
The music kicks in. John Williams’ Main Theme.
The opening crawl starts up.
It is a period of civil war….
I felt it. Knew it. I was seeing something special. Maybe it was the music. I don’t know. But I felt a sudden anticipation.
My jaw hung open the rest of the film. This was it. I was in love with a movie. I fell really hard. The second it was over I wanted to see it again. And again. And again.
I still to this day get chills when I hear the opening music and see the first glimpse of that Destroyer.
Even better than that was when they re-released the trilogy in theaters. I took my son to see it, he was just four but already obsessed with all things Star Wars. He had the same reaction as me when he saw that opening sequence. This was something he had only seen on our small tv before and to see it up there, larger than life, the look on his face was priceless. One of my favorite shared moments with him.
I would love to experience that feeling again. I would love for to share that experience with someone else who has never seen A New Hope but I don’t think it could match the experience I had because Star Wars and everything about has become a part of us, like it or not. Even if you have never seen one of the movies you know. You know about the opening crawls, you know the characters, you know the stories.
Like Ryan, I almost want to tell people who have never seen the films to not bother, because there is no way it could match up to the hype and lore at this point.
[also curious what your answer would be to the title]
Because everyone is talking about George Lucas’s strange change to the Blu-Ray edition of Return of the Jedi and because I have nothing else to say except to whine that my power is still out, I give you this story that happened on a sunny afternoon in 2004 (stolen from my old blog).
I dropped my son off at baseball practice yesterday afternoon. I had 90 minutes before he had to be picked up again. I knew what I wanted to do with at least part of those 90 minutes but my conscience was smacking me around.
I sat in the idling car in front of the baseball field for a good twenty minutes contemplating what I was about to do. Or not do.
Green Day was live on K-Rock. They were playing their own set of chosen songs.Surrender by Cheap Trick came on and I sang.
Surrender, surrender, but don’t give yourself away….
Every momentous occasion has a song that plays in the background, lyrics speaking only to you. But Cheap Trick was sending me contradicting messages. How could I both surrender to the demon sitting on my shoulder, egging me on, yetnot give myself away? To actually do what I was contemplating would be giving away my very soul to the dark side.
To make matters worse, I had my daughter in the car with me. I would be dragging her into this as well and while she could never understand the meaning of all this - coming from an entirely different viewpoint on this than I - I nonetheless asked her opinion. If I was taking her along for the ride, she had a right to an opinion on the matter.
I slowly explained to her - using fact, figures, historical data and quotes - what the situation was. She nodded in all the right places, threw in a few well-placedmmhmms and, when I was done, said:
“Mom, you are out of your freaking mind. Who the hell spends this much time agonizing over buying a DVD?”
She had no clue. None at all.
By this time I had wasted nearly half of the 90 minutes and Green Day was now playing The Who’s The Kids are Alright. Maybe that meant my daughter was right? Was I out of my mind? Probably.
It was too late to go all the way to Best Buy. Perhaps my decision was made for me. Then Natalie said that she needed some things for school. Reverse decision! Wal-Mart, here we come! I would have just enough time to drive to Wal-Mart, send Nat down the school supply aisle and sprint to the DVD section. If I did this all in a rush, I wouldn’t have time to contemplate the ramifications of what I was doing.
We were off to Wal-Mart.
I met up with Darth Vader at the front of aisle three. An omen, of course. He stared at me (as much as cardboard can stare) menacingly, just daring me to reach out and touch his display. Who can resist the force? Not I.
My hands trembled as they seemingly floated on their own will towards the silver-hued box. A device on the box blinked red. Buy. Me. Buy. Me. Buy. Me. My hands trembled in mid air. I could have sworn the cardboard Vader said “I find your lack of faith disturbing.” I grabbed the DVD before the angel on my shoulder could find the words to stop me.
I cradled the movie in my arms and met up with Natalie near the checkout. She eyed me suspiciously when she saw I was holding the movie. What will people say?she whispered.
I put my things on the checkout belt. The belt whirred into action and carried the box towards the cashier. She was just about to pick it up to scan it when I grabbed it out of her hands. It all played out in slow motion and my cry of “NO!” reverberated throughout the store in a long, slow drawl. “Nooooooooooooo!” The cashier stared hard at me.
“I don’t want to buy this.” I said defiantly. I turned my head towards aisle three to stare down Vader, but I was afraid of being turned into a pillar of salt so I averted my eyes.
We left the store with just some loose leaf reinforcements, a bottle of White-Out, and my dignity intact, of course. After we picked up DJ and recounted the whole story for him, Green Day - still spinning records on K-Rock - played Slayer’s Raining Blood. It felt right for some reason.