Best. Movie. Ever.
Today I watched all of the Star Warses - the completion of my life's work. It had to happen sooner or later so it happened today. I was kind of dreading it, actually. But you know what? Worked brilliantly. Way easier than Lord of the Rings, even though the running time turned out almost exactly the same. Noticed things I'd never seen before, got spooky new re-significations of existing material thanks to the complete storyline, even had a good long contemplative think about my life and the things that have happened in and around these various Wars. Can't say fairer than that.
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Last day of the Star Wars line. Jen dressed as Queen Amidala and I was in my Padawan finest, kind of a mismatched pair, but we didn't care. I remember that after Qui-Gon got killed I noticed how hard I had been squeezing her hand, and let go.
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Jason and I paid $500 to see it. Apiece. Hayden Christensen was there; he and his entourage walked out as soon as Yoda had put his lightsabre away, which seemed to indicate that the next five minutes wouldn't be particularly good.
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Kate fell asleep on my shoulder somewhere around when Anakin and
Padmé had their cross-Coruscant mindwalk. Everything was sweet and easy. As conclusions to a lifetime of fandom go, it didn't get much better than Sith.
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My father took me, sometime in my early years, and the first thing I can remember in this whole hysterical lifetime is looking up at the ceiling of a movie theatre, thinking that a real Star Destroyer was in fact passing over my head.
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Geoff's mother took us to see it at the Cinesphere, afterReturn of the Jedi - which means that for a few crucial years, my entire understanding of Empire came from the book-on-tape. I demonstrated the running stance of the tauntauns to my brother when I got home.
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I have no idea when the first time was, or who took me. Mom? Susanne? On my third or fourth time I accidentally ran into Geoff at the theatre, and we spent the screening in the balcony at the University, racing on
speeder bikes like the Wars-addled seven-year-olds we were.
I'm still at least a quarter there.