Those who have been here before know my love of the cheesy movie. So I’m sure you’re not surprised when I tell you I did see the new Star Wars movie Thursday night. Two of my neighbors and myself convinced our wives to let us out of the house to finish something that we each started some twenty-eight years ago.
No don’t worry, I’m not going into any kind of review of the film. You guys are smart enough to know if you’ll like it or not. There will be enough places to find reviews, spoilers, and talkback. I don’t need to add to any of that media hype.
If you’re like me, whether you’ll like or not, isn’t the real issue. You’ll just need to see it.

I did like it by the way.

AND NO! I DID NOT GO DRESSED AS A WOOKIE! Unless wookies run around in cargo shorts and a bright Hawaiian shirt. (I did need a haircut though!)

I have to admit that over the past few weeks; with all the media building up to this movie, I’ve wondered why I’m still drawn to these movies. With everything I have to address in my life, why was this movie such a big deal.

I got my answer in the first 10 seconds of the movie. As the familiar STAR WARS logo flashed, superimposed on a field of stars, and the familiar theme music started to play, I found myself forgetting all the worries, concerns, and obligations of adulthood. Instead I could feel myself returning back to the 11, year old boy who saw the first of these films, on a warm night, at the local drive in theater.

When you really think about it, that’s not such a bad place to be.