For the month of December – in honor of Dressember – I’ll be blogging everyday! Thoughts on anything from fighting for justice to feminism, from dresses I’m wearing to books I’m reading, and everything in between.
I’m not gonna lie, I thought all the craziness over the latest Star Wars movie was a little ridiculous. People camping out for weeks, the opening weekend being sold out insanely far ahead of time, the limited edition cereal and fruit snacks and who knows what. I have nothing against the Star Wars franchise, I just thought the world was freaking out a bit much over a movie.
I have yet to see The Force Awakens, my plan was to re-watch the original trilogy first so I’m up to date. And I was in no rush to watch said trilogy. The movie isn’t going anywhere, right? Redbox is cheaper than the theaters, right? Seemed like a win-win situation.
But I came home for the holidays, and we found my grandpa’s original box set – three VHSs that I lost track of how many times we watched over the years. My grandparents had 4 movies, so I grew up on Star Wars (and Jurassic Park). But I haven’t actually sat down and seen them in years – I haven’t watched the films through the lenses of adulthood.
As we just finished A New Hope, and are about to start The Empire Strikes Back, I understand the obsession. I understand the craziness. I understand why people are losing their minds over a new movie (which I’ve heard is great!) – we are drawn to good stories. We crave stories of meaning and tales of significance. We long for the ability to push back against the darkness, to make our mark on the world. Star Wars has the very best ingredients of a fantastic story. We can’t help but be drawn to it.
Watching Luke Skywalker use – and trust! – the force to destroy the Death Star is the ultimate under dog victory. The film’s happy ending almost makes you forget what propelled Luke into joining the rebels. (His uncle accidentally bought droids that contained a secret message and therefore his death sentence. Luke refused to go with “Old Ben” originally, until he stumbled across his aunt and uncle murdered.) Sometimes pain pushes us into becoming people we never thought we would be – but, ultimately, people we needed to be. Sometimes pain prepares us for our destiny.
Am I getting all philosophical over here? Yes. Oops. Going back into the world of light sabers and droids, awkward love stories and paternal skills. May the force be with you.