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I was three years old when I first saw Star Wars, at the Hackney Empire or Odeon with my nan and older sister. I never realised how much of the film I remembered clearly until I saw it years later on video and the only bit I didn't recall perfectly was a shot as the Mellenium Falcon is dragged into the Death Star by tractor beam, and you see some troopers milling about on the edge of space. I loved those films as a kid, everything made sense, anything that didn't fit, I applied child logic to, and filled the gaps.
When the redone OT was released I sat and watched, and felt so angry at the stupid films. Then the new trilogy came and I thought that Lucas had no respect or imagination, for actors or fans. The films as they were made that idiot all his money. Yeah, I even loved Jedi, even though I was a bit older and felt that it was the weakest of the films - but the stupid song and dance number made me hate that film - more than the original's weak portayal of Han, hated it, and slowly I began to hate the others (Empire, I love still, but can't watch the new one at all), trying desperately to remember fondly Peter Cushing as the villian, trying to remember Lando being cool and dancing badly, trying to remember that wonderful feeling when the first leg of an AT-AT came crashing down - remember how my mum had loved Empire with me, how much we enjoyed watching that film, how I'd get up early for the x-mas special and the first clip on TV-AM (Jabba's palace, Salacious Crumb chewing on 3-PO's eye). With every bit of news about that man's greed, I find it harder to remember those things, and just keep thinking of Boba Fett in every shot, Greedo shooting first, etc fucking et-shitting-c. |
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