I’m not sure how many of you are Star Wars fanatics but I would dare to say that there are quite a few of you out there. I for one, am not a fanatic, but I have always enjoyed watching the Star Wars movies. I was just in grade school when the fourth episode (which in my mind was the first one) was released. My dad was really into them so me and my siblings were in for the ride. Certain scenes from the movies were etched into my mind forever. Like when Obi Wan Kenobi convinced Han Solo to be his pilot for their adventure. Who thinks up those creatures anyway? Like really. My young mind never forgot that. And let’s not forget when Luke, Princess Leia, and Han were in the galactic garbage container. Yuck! I can’t even imagine. (Never mind, I can…) Oh and the scene where Luke discovers his Aunt and Uncle were killed by Storm Troopers. I cried then. And it still makes me sad. Somehow I identify with the characters and their emotions far too easily. I also fell in love with the Ewoks. How could you not? They are so crazy cute in their own way with all their mannerisms. And one of the last scenes in the Jedi Returns I will never forget: Darth Vader and Luke exchange that long lost connection between father and son. Good prevailed. Yet, I still was sad. It didn’t have to be that way did it?
As far as I knew, there were only 3 episodes of Star Wars. Little did I know that I was quite wrong. And when did I find out that important information? This past Christmas when one of my son’s friends was over and dropped a bomb into my life. He told me there were three more? Three more? What? And he proceeded to try to explain to me where they fit into their rightful order. Now I was confused. And upset. So the first episode released was actually the fourth episode. Ok but the first legitimate episode was actually released quite a bit later. Want to know why I missed that? I was busy having children and had no idea that George Lucas was working at messing up with what I thought was perfect. Questions loomed: why? Why did you have to wreck a good thing? Why didn’t you release them in order? That just doesn’t make sense to me. But maybe I am clueless and therefore won’t ever understand. And I guess I’m okay with that.
So now I had a decision to make. Do I need to watch those three episodes before I see the seventh? Is it necessary? Really? Do I have to? Do I want to? The answer is I decided not to. But my family decided different. So I just ask them. I think I am still upset that there is actually a seventh. I feel a little rebellion rising up. Yet, I still want to watch it. Curious I guess. Here’s what I am thinking: with Darth Vader dead, why the need to carry on? Star Wars and Darth Vader go hand in hand. It’s like you can’t have one without the other. And let’s not forget Yoda. It just seemed like it was a great place to end. But, alas, I will go and watch it. I truly hope I’m not disappointed.