In 1977 I, as an eleven year old, stood in line to see Star Wars. I wasn’t alone as the que wrapped around the Eastwood theater. That year I shared a common experience with my friends as we repeatedly went to see this movie. I came to a point where I could recite the script line for line.
The story of A New Hope is not a new one. George Lucas has stated his inspirations many times, but the experience for a young and imaginative kid was not something I have ever been able to repeat. Maybe everyone has that moment they can point to, the first time something kindles that spark.
I find enjoyment in many movies, but I can see the writer behind it. I don’t say I would do that scene better, or I could do that character better. I am saying that when my children ask me, “Why did they do that?” My answer is, because that’s how it was written. I can enjoy watching Star Wars, but I no longer get the joy from the viewing I once did. That time has passed.
To say I am jaded would be wrong, I just know that the wide eyed viewing of a movie so pulled in that the world disappears and all that is left is the screen before me doesn’t happen anymore. I can still feel for what’s happening, and am amazed by the skill of talent before me. I can only hope that at some time a reader might get a bit of the joy I found there in my own story.