When I was asked to review Star Wars: The Force Awakens, I had a simple plan. It went something like this: It’s Star Wars!
Having been sent back to the keyboard to write a little more, and think about how my glibness makes others (Dave) feel, I resigned myself to flesh it out a bit more.
The collective hatred felt by the world after the release of The Phantom Menace gave way to a collective ennui by the time Revenge of the Sith came out. We were all excited, then horribly let down, then slightly appeased until shrugs happened.
“Are you a Star Wars fan?”
That question in 1988 would have only been answered with cheers and Wookie calls by, according to a completely invented poll, 95% of people.
Jump ahead to 2013 and Disney, the new owners of the franchise, announce J.J. Abrams will be taking over. The guy who remade Star Trek, the guy who did Lost, J.J. “Lens Flare” Abrams was dipping his toe in the bog of Dagobah? This could be very good, or it could be the pilot to the short lived NBC cop drama “Undercovers” (not good).
Jump ahead one more time to the 2:30 am showing on opening day. They were out of collectible Rey lenticulars, so I drank tepid Fresca (they were also out of ice) in my plain jane cup. I waited. Young, loud people cavorted during the endless pre-screening trivia.
The lights dimmed, and you could hear a pin drop in that theater.
Darkened silence pierced by the first note of the John Williams score and the beginning of the familiar opening crawl.
Then back to silence.
Glorious, rapt, completely involved silence.
How was it?
Its the reason eyes and ears were invented.
I’ve seen it 5 times, and I’m really looking forward to the next time.
My first born son, should he be black and British, will be named Finn. My second goldfish (RIP Scales Ulrich) will be named BB-8.
There’s nothing else I can say.
It’s Star Wars!
DVD Release Date: 4/5/16