It started with the Death Star, with the jolt that went through me the first time I saw it over the horizon of the then still unfamiliar Scarif. I couldn’t quite push the image from my mind. Immediately, I knew that things would shift in the Star Wars galaxy with the release of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story; I didn’t yet know that for me, the shift would be drastic.
No one thinks of “quiet” and “calm” when they think of Star Wars. No one. From the very first blast of the iconic John Williams’ score at the beginning of Star Wars: Episode IV A New Hope, to the fantastic ships, weapons, thundering confrontations and larger than life characters, it’s a loud saga. Big. Booming. Atlas holding the sphere of the world and tossing it around like a ping-pong ball. But it has occurred to me recently, after my most recent viewing of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, that it is in simple, quiet moments and the characters who define them that I find the most power, more than any other Star Wars film.
Two weekends ago, my son donned a mask and long black cape and terrorized the inhabitants of his domain. He did this without remorse, without regret, attacking and killing those who threatened him, who threatened what he wanted and believed in…
So what do you do when your Star Wars fandom is in a lull?
Let me start by saying I will always, always be a huge Star Wars fan. Always. Nothing will ever change that. Embracing my love for this saga changed my life. Literally. No need to rehash how, but I’m talking EPIC change. That’s not an exaggeration. But I’m feeling kind of – blah – right now about the GFFA, and I keep thinking that, with the current Star Wars media bombardment, I can’t possibly be alone…
There is much on my mind as the burgeoning spoils of spring emerge. I’m restless, antsy, ready for change. Full of new hope. Here in Western Pennsylvania, USA, the change of seasons can be dramatic, but even years like this one in which the winter is barely existent, the coming of spring has this effect. (WARNING! Major Deadpool SPOILERS!!)
You know the saying: “It’s the little things.” It’s difficult to imagine anything “little” about a saga as colossal as Star Wars, but it is truly the non-monumental moments that made me fall in love with Star Wars so many years ago and keep me as big a fan today. These moments are in no short supply in Star Wars: Episode VII The Force Awakens.
Yes! There will be spoilers! You have been warned!
Unlike so many Star Wars fans of a certain age, old enough to have seen the first film in its initial run in 1977, I wasn’t disappointed in the prequel trilogy. I love it. It adds richness to the saga with its Darth Vader backstory even when it misfires. Most films have their glitches, but for the record, I don’t consider Jar Jar to be one of them. I like him. He makes me smile. Episodes I thru VI are all part of one story, Anakin Skywalker’s story. There are characters who aren’t fleshed out enough for my taste (Shmi and Qui-Gon Jinn come to mind immediately), and there’s the matter of that huge gap between Episodes III and IV. But the point is that they are all one story for me, and I watch them with one mindset. I expected to feel the same about Star Wars: Episode VII The Force Awakens, that it’s another part of the same story, but for me, it’s so much more.
Just a very quick entry on this Sunday Before Star Wars: Episode VII The Force Awakens,T-minus four days until our first glimpse into a larger world…
Is it wrong to look to Star Wars for solace in the face of a dear friend’s real life pain? I can’t help it. I always do.
I just returned from a trip to another system. A cross between murky, moist Dagobah, lush and green Naboo, and a quaint, cobblestoned yet modern and vibrant metropolis unlike any I’ve seen in the Galaxy Far, Far Away, Ireland captured my heart for the seven days I was there and then released it to appreciate my own corner of the world. Being there brought Star Wars to mind.