This morning if you thought the internet was running slow or
if you were having trouble navigating the World Wide Web in search of flannel
thongs with a holiday theme, it was probably due to the fact that Disney
released the new movie Trailer for Star Wars: The Force Awakens. It didn’t take
long for every website known to man to somehow link it to their content in a
vein effort to draw in traffic. Within moments comments began springing up,
analysis began, and before lunch, more was known about this 88 second teaser
trailer than the JFK assassination…And therein lies the problem, Star Wars fans
have grown up, become too cynical, and worst of all, turned into adults.
When the Episode IV came out, I was a wee lad, not even 5
years old. My father came home from a trip and said he was going to take me to
see something that would forever change my life. It was one of the few times his words
rang true and a love affair was born. I had never seen anything like it or
heard anything like it, for that matter. The story was captivating, there were more
questions than answers, and sadly, I learned what the word fag meant…What? Yep,
while playing catch on my dead end street with two high school boys, I was
asked if I liked C-3PO & R2-D2. I responded "Yes" and was immediately called
a fag. I then had to learn what a fag was, but I could tell right away that it
wasn’t a bundle of sticks. This should have been a sign of things to come, but
thankfully that kind of cynicism didn’t show up again for another few decades.
Next came Episode V and before the term mind blown was used
for every video on the internet, it actually meant something. My mind was
blown. From the fact that my mother had to wait in line for hours to get us
tickets, to seeing battles take place in the snow, and the revelation that
rocked movie houses around the world....the true identity of Luke’s fathee. Not to mention
there was that little nugget of foreshadowing that somehow Leia knew where Luke was and
to come back for him. Again there was no web, barely cable, and as a child, my
mind wasn’t yet operating on an adult level based in conspiracy, scientific
fact, and hate (that my life hadn’t turned out as planned).
My childhood concluded with Return of the Jedi and this
would be the last time I was going to be allowed to see the movies in a
pure form....as a child. It was my final year of elementary school and I was soon
going to be exposed to Jr. High, which seemed to highlight/reward kids that
were assholes. The story concluded itself and I thought it was amazing. All was
well with the universe and if anything, I was sad that it was all over. There
would be no more. Sure, there were rumors of other stories but from what I
knew, this was it. I was happy and there would never be anything that could
remotely live up to these three movies.
With the passage of time, the radical advancement of computers,
and the World Wide Web taking form, I was exposed to a move about dinosaurs.
From the moment I saw them on screen, my first thought was, they could make
more Star Wars movies. The technology displayed in Jurassic Park showed that
anything was possible, and sadly that would be proven (Independence Day). All I
needed to hear was that the Creator was onboard. Soon after, word was out,
there would be another…Star Wars Trilogy…And the speculation began in full
force. Why? Because the kids that loved the originals were now adults. They had
years to dream up what could and should happen, and if their version didn’t
play out verbatim, then F**k George & everyone else. I chose a different
approach. My line was, it’s his world, if he wants to share it with us, fine. I was willing to accept anything, and be thankful for it. I knew that this
new trilogy wasn’t being made for my generation; it was being made for a new
generation. I knew there would be some things I didn’t like, but it wasn’t my
place to say and I wasn’t going to call any child a fag because he/she thought
that Jar-Jar was funny….
So I endured, biting my lip, keeping to myself, and trying
to avoid all arguments with my age group that had grown up to be such miserable
assholes. Did I like every frame of it? No. Could I have done it better? NO. My
only tweaking would have to do with time, cut 10-15 minutes out of Episode 1,
10 minutes out of Episode 2, and add those 20-30 minutes to Episode 3, so it
wouldn’t feel so rushed. Other than that, I was just thankful to George for
sharing his love, and by this time, something I could share with my daughter.
Now, all 3 of my kids have seen all 6 movies, we generally
agree with the fact that Episode 5 is the best of the 6, but many of you
veterans of the Original Trilogy would shit your pants to be told by a room
full of 7 year olds that Episode 2 is the best. Refreshing it was to hear the
children of today throw in our cynical faces why the NT was better than the
old, and the fact that they think Jar-Jar is funny, and in kids speak, we were
the fags for not liking him!
This brings us to today and the 88 seconds shown around the
world. When it was announced that George wouldn’t make any more movies, many of
you cheered (shame on you) and in the same breath booed when it was announced
Disney would be taking over (shame on you again). Have you become so cynical to
think that Disney would ruin this franchise? Think of their resources, the toy
line potential, and most of all, the theme park….I’m sure when that was
announced, the engineers just said here you go, now pick (because they have
been working on rides for over 40 years in their free time).
This franchise is in solid hands and the writers involved
know more about Star Wars than you could ever dream of. So to put it simply,
STFU! I’ve read one article today about the new trailer, and it will probably
be the last. I imagined some fat-balding asshole in a robe, down in his mother’s
basement, writing this article and my first thought was, have you ever seen a
naked women? His whole article was a criticism about how the new Lightsaber looked
in the trailer and how it could be better engineered. Seriously? F**k Off! That’s
what you took from the trailer? A teaser trailer at that? Some things in a
teaser trailer never make it into the film, but you are going to latch on to
this with all your hate? With all due respect sir, go outside, take a deep
breath, then find the nearest bus & step in front of it, because you are
clearly not going to be satisfied with the remainder of the film….So here’s
some tips to consider, for you “adults” that plan on seeing The Force Awakens,
otherwise, STAY AT HOME:
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You are 100% certain the movie has to open
with Boba Fett crawling out of the Great Pit of Carkoon or the movie is a
failure.
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You think this movie is made for you and not
children.
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You are still mad at Jar-Jar Binks & worry
he’ll be in the movie.
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Can’t comprehend that Mark Hamill and Carrie
Fisher have aged.
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Have created your own history of what happens
after Return of The Jedi.
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Expect it to be more violent than its
predecessors.
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Can’t turn your cell phone off during the movie.
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Need to discuss it in the lobby before or after.
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Comment that there is no sound in space.
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Have never had sex with a woman (or man).
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Camp outside the theater instead of working.
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Dress up for the premiere in full costume &
bring a Lightsaber to the theater.
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Compare it to Star Trek
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Know the technical readouts, weights, and
figures of all the ships and their scale relation to other ships in the scene.
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Most importantly, know so much about the film beforehand
that you ruin it for everyone else, by being yourself.
And therein lies the problem, knowledge. We’ve become a
culture obsessed with knowing everything about everyone, except for the things
that really matter in the world. Too many of you can tell me who so-n-so is
dating, but can’t explain why the climate is changing or how much money a
trillion dollars is and how we spent it in Iraq. What made the Original Trilogy
so special is we didn’t know. We had to wait, there was no web, there was no
social media, and we hadn’t reached the age of perfection that we think we live
in now. Those movies came out and for some of us represented hope, adventure,
and the thought that we could do anything with our lives, just like Luke or
Han. Now, we tear them apart before they hit the theater, and that’s not their
problem, it’s ours.
So my advice would be that if you grew up loving Star Wars,
incorporated it into your life in some way, and have enjoyed sharing it with
your children, you stay innocent. Stay away from the websites, the bloggers,
and all the leaks. Enjoy the trailers as they come out, but don’t put all your faith
in them, and when December 18th 2015 rolls around, ignore everyone
and everything and take it in for what it is. You don’t have to like it, but
make that decision after you see it, not before. Whether you like it or not,
keep it to yourself, for at least the weekend and keep your comments to
yourself. Don’t be that guy, the one who ruins it for everyone else. Don’t
destroy the fantasy, the dreams, and the hopes of future fans and filmmakers because
you didn’t get “this” in the first 10 minutes or that ship banked to steep
& should have broken apart. Finally, for all that is holy & special
about this community of films, don’t you dare ruin it for a child. Just because
you are an unhappy, miserable, stuck up, half witted, scruffy looking nerf-herder,
doesn’t mean you have the right to do that to a child…Because as you know, your
fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering…and you don’t
want that on your conscious do you?