Well, so I’m reading everywhere. Star Wars is turning 30 this year. Only slightly behind me.
I’ve read some reviews of the trilogy that people have felt they had to write as an ode to the occasion. Most of them whining about how aweful the prequels were, and how much the magic of the original trilogy just wasn’t there.
Well… Ok. Whatever.
Frankly, I’m just glad there’s something out there that my sons can enjoy on that same level that I enjoyed them. They can see that light-saber battle between Luke and Vader and just think it was incredible. They can laugh at the ewoks and their funny dances. And they can sit astounded as Han Solo gets frozen in carbonite. And really, that’s all I ask of the movies. Just give me a way to relate to the people I care about, and some bad jokes to throw around with my friends, and I’m set.
Happy 30th Star Wars. May the schwartz be with you.
And Mr. Lucas, you did a good thing, now get off that pedastal you put yourself on, and KILL JARJAR!