Being a nerd at heart, Star Wars has shaped my life significantly… probably much more than is healthy. Even the theme for my personal blog here is based on the Force. I grew up watching the movies and often imagined myself wielding lightsabers, flying X-wings, and using the force.
As a matter of fact, Lauren and I had gone out to eat with a group of people some months ago. I was sitting at one end of the table with the rest of the guys, and she was down at the other end with all the girls. For some reason, I needed to get her attention, so instead of shouting at her, I stared into the back of her head and thought Lauren! as hard as I could. I figured if it worked for Luke when he was hanging underneath Cloud City, then maybe it would work for me too.
It didn’t. But it does show you how powerful those movies have been to my generation. Or how pathetic I am. Depends on how you choose to look at it…
Next Friday night, we’re going to see the Alabama Symphony Orchestra do a concert in the park that will consist of music from the six films. Should be a lot of fun.
Recently, I’ve gotten into some of the Extended Universe stuff, which is basically books, video games, etc, that take place in the Star Wars universe. The Knights of the Old Republic video games have been excellent. And the plot lines are so good that they’re even considered canon. Lately, as you can see from my wishlist at Amazon, I’ve developed an interest in reading some of the books that come after Return of the Jedi.
I just can’t help myself. Star Wars (or Sty Wars, as Madelyn calls it) is in my blood.
And it’s truly magical when you get to experience watching the films with someone who’s never seen them before. When I first started dating Lauren, I forced her (pun intended) to watch them. When we got to the part in Empire Strikes Back (spoilers ahead, if you’ve never seen it) where Luke’s hand gets cut off, everyone in the room gasped, and Lauren’s mom, who was watching with us, exclaimed, “He can grow it back, can’t he?!”
“Grow it back?!” I answered. “No! He’s not a lizard!”
And then, when Vader revealed himself to be Luke’s father, the whole room gasped in surprise! I couldn’t believe it! I thought everybody knew that! It was great. It almost made the movies new to me again. I can’t wait to watch them with my girls, when they get old enough to actually grasp what’s happening. For now though, I’ll have to keep enduing the Barbie/Disney princess days.
But my day will come soon enough. The Force is with me.
Thought question: When sharing the Star Wars experience with a newb, do you start with Episode 1, or 4?