My parents
were in their early twenties when Star Wars: A New Hope was released. It was
the end of the year 1977; the beginning of a thrilling saga; the birth of a phenomenon
that would impact generations; a mythical story had arisen!
I was, just
like millions of people, super excited to see the latest instalment of Star
Wars. My parents kindly brought me their DVDs when they visited for Christmas
and I have binge-watched the films in preparation for episode 7.
What a
wonder to get the story straight, to remember how it unfolded, to meet Han Solo
and Chewie in that dodgy space pub again, to appreciate Leia’s buns and Jabba
the Hutt’s floppy and squishy body.
Last night
was the night where, my brain filled with all the details of the past episodes,
I finally got to catch up on Star Wars. And…to be honest…I am still unsure, 24
hours later, as if I liked it or not. I have a billion questions in my mind and
I think the story repeated itself way too much. Almost as if Disney was aiming
at a brand new audience, at people who have never seen Star Wars, at a younger
generation who couldn’t care less about the past of Anakin, Obi-Wan, Yoda,
Leia, Luke, Han, Chewie, R2D2 and C3PO…
I didn’t
dislike all of it: BB8 is the cutest thing ever; a black stormtrooper feels
somewhat liberating; Han Solo and Chewie still have it; the space battles are
still breathtaking.
I totally
understand the rules of marketing and the importance to sell and make big piles
of money. But I will never agree to butcher a wonderful saga on the altar of
dollars…I am a bit upset because my dad introduced me to this story and I grew
up loving it. It is part of my film awakening and I hate when people shit on
what I am very fond of!
My advice
would be to go see the film if you haven’t seen the precedent episodes in a
long time (and the story feels a bit blurry to you); or if you have never seen
a Star Wars film. Otherwise, you can just wait for the DVD to come out…
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