Wait, wait, wait, I need to gush a little about Star Wars before finishing this phrase.
I’ve honestly lost count of how many times I rewatched the franchise, and the only thing I can say for sure is that I’d seen the original trilogy more often than the prequel. It’s just more… inspiring for me, I guess. As is the whole saga in general.
I have several movies like these — they make me happy and help me forget my problems for a while — among them The Lord of the Rings, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, some worldwide classics, the must-see-in-Russia Soviet movies. But none of them are like Star Wars, although I can’t quite determine the reason.
I’m more fond of high fantasy with dragons and wizards than I am of science fiction and space operas… but when I watch A New Hope, it truly brings new hope in my life, even when I seem to have lost it completely. When I see The Empire Strikes Back, I feel capable of battling any obstacles coming my way. Return of the Jedi is like the return of my childhood, and despite Anakin’s fall and death, regardless of all the sh*t the characters went through, the ending of the Return of the Jedi, accompanied by the heart-warming Ewok song always makes me smile — and cry.
Tears of happiness, of course.
I’ll probably be doing a separate post expressing what exactly I thought about The Force Awakens, but really, it was awesome.
It did seem to be a bit like a reflection on the past trilogies, like a setup for the plot that’s going to unfold in the next two movies. And although it’s quite different and undoubtedly new, it was a worthy instalment. In my humble opinion.
And now —