Never tell him the odds…
I know someone who has never seen Star Wars. Any of them.
He’s 55. How is that possible? He barely knew what the Death Star Was. The Death Star!!!
I’m rather proud of the fact that my grandmother took my ten year old self to the movies to see the original Star Wars no less than 58 times.
I don’t remember how many of those she paid for or whether we sat there in the theater all day for three or four showings. I was awed every single time. I don’t know how much of it Rosie understood or if her eyeballs were rolling in the back of her head. I mean, how many times can a person who couldn’t care less listen to droid beeps before going crazy? She knew I liked it and it kept me out of trouble so she did it.
Remind me to tell you bout the time my granny nearly got into a fist fight with the woman behind the concession counter because she thought she got short-changed. I was too embarrassed to tell her I dropped the change in the aisle and couldn’t find it.
To this day if I hear the familiar 20th Century Fox fanfare that precedes a fi
lm I automatically anticipate John Williams’ theme coming next.
No matter what I’m doing, I pause, breath held tight. If it’s a no -go I continue on with my day. If that music comes on I know the next two hours are done. I park myself in front of the TV, day over. My spine tingles just like it did back then as the giant star destroyer fills the screen.
Every. Single. Time.
I wanna learn the ways of the Force…
The funny thing is that while I’ m watching on my nice modern TV in my living room the sound echoes in my mind like it did off those old theater walls in 1977. Forget the enriched and enhanced sound and all that. I hear it as that thin mono mix with the cavernous echo, popcorn smell included. Glorious.
That balled-up memory, wrapped in childhood fantasy was my first exposure to “Movie Magic”.
I don’t care much for everything that’s come after. Maybe it’s not meant for me and that’s okay. I have my Star Wars. I’m good with that.
I made a few fan art renditions of Ollie. Someone asked why I didn’t do the new characters. See above. I rather like him in the classic presentations.
