There I was. Lying on the couch in the basement of my Grandpa’s basement. We had just put a VHS in the VCR that would change my life forever. “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” and “Daaa duh duh duh…” and I was hooked. The ewoks, Han and Leia, the blasters that “pewed” back and forth. My life would never be the same. I was at the perfect age to be completely captivated by the magic of the force and at the same time have no idea what the story line was about at all.
I will be the first to admit that I love the prequels. Not many people will admit to that, but those movies were a part of my childhood. And no matter how many times I watch them again and cringe at the horrible acting or the terrible characters I will always love them. They represent more than just the not so good movies that they are. To me they represent a memory of going to the theater with my friends and family and watching in awe at the new things in this galaxy that I was already familiar with.
The spectacle of these movies has not faded as the years have gone by. And now that Disney owns the rights to the whole franchise we can either be really happy or terribly grumpy that we are destined to see many more movies pumped out. Star Wars is a money making machine, and as long as Disney knows that, they will milk the franchise as hard as they can. Star Wars (the original film) is still the second highest grossing movie ever in America adjusted for inflation, and the others aren’t far behind.
But honestly I am okay with additions to the story, even if they make terrible movie after terrible movie. Because I think all of us who love this universe are glad to see it depicted up on the big screen. New characters revealed, and new plot twists around each corner, just like the original films. It pulls us back to the first time we saw it, where ever that was. The reason “The Force Awakens” was such a big success was because it tugged hard on the nostalgia strings. Han and Chewie, Luke and Leia, all in the same movie again.
So as new stories are told, through “Rogue One” and the next chapter of the Skywalker saga, I look forward to enjoying movie after movie. After all the complaining and fan theories subside, I will be there in the theater basking in the glory of Death Star explosions, epic light saber battles, and letting John Williams’ masterpieces pour over me. And as you try and persuade me that these movies can never be as good as the originals I will confidently say, “Never tell me the odds.”