A Non-Spoiler review on how the new Star Wars feels....
Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 9:27 pm
Jameson Deschain, a wonderfully wacky Facebook friend posted this yesterday. I liked it so much I feel like I should share it...
"Close your eyes and think back to that last part of your childhood where you were happy, truly happy. That last pure time of your life before you realized true evil actually exists in this world, before you had expectations placed upon you, before life's burdens were laid upon your shoulders, back when you just existed in a pure state of happiness and simply *being*. And during that unfettered part of your life you experience something that makes the future burst with unlimited magical potential and it gives you the pure unswerving faith that ANYTHING is possible and by damn, you're going to do it!
Then stack thirty or forty or fifty years onto your life with enough shit raining down on your head in those years to bury that spark. The intervening years and the process of 'becoming an adult' convinces you that feeling undiluted optimism on that level was a lie and impossible and you either imagined it or more commonly you just simply forget it ever existed. Your reality is this, right now. This living hell of stress and shit that is the bare bones reality of living life as an adult. That's all there is. This, right here.
And then you hear a series of musical notes and something about the quality of the recording or the visuals that follow or the color palette of the film or the story or the people or the everything you can't describe... and you find yourself crying and you don't know WHY because it's just yellow text on a black starfield and you don't cry, dammit. Oh gods why can't you stop crying...
And you walk out of that theatre and you know what that moment feels like again and fuck the world because you WILL succeed at anything you choose! There is once again magic in the world and there's a reason to keep going beyond simply because you must.
The movie was perfect. That movie restored something I never even knew I'd lost because the grown up me completely forgot it ever existed in the first place. I don't give two shits about why you think the plot sucked or why characters sucked or any of that petty kind of shit. It gave me back that memory of joy and hope for the future and that's something you can't take away from me. Come at me, nerds. I'll defend that spark to the bitter end.
And THAT is why I won't shut the fuck up about Star Wars. Deal with it."
"Close your eyes and think back to that last part of your childhood where you were happy, truly happy. That last pure time of your life before you realized true evil actually exists in this world, before you had expectations placed upon you, before life's burdens were laid upon your shoulders, back when you just existed in a pure state of happiness and simply *being*. And during that unfettered part of your life you experience something that makes the future burst with unlimited magical potential and it gives you the pure unswerving faith that ANYTHING is possible and by damn, you're going to do it!
Then stack thirty or forty or fifty years onto your life with enough shit raining down on your head in those years to bury that spark. The intervening years and the process of 'becoming an adult' convinces you that feeling undiluted optimism on that level was a lie and impossible and you either imagined it or more commonly you just simply forget it ever existed. Your reality is this, right now. This living hell of stress and shit that is the bare bones reality of living life as an adult. That's all there is. This, right here.
And then you hear a series of musical notes and something about the quality of the recording or the visuals that follow or the color palette of the film or the story or the people or the everything you can't describe... and you find yourself crying and you don't know WHY because it's just yellow text on a black starfield and you don't cry, dammit. Oh gods why can't you stop crying...
And you walk out of that theatre and you know what that moment feels like again and fuck the world because you WILL succeed at anything you choose! There is once again magic in the world and there's a reason to keep going beyond simply because you must.
The movie was perfect. That movie restored something I never even knew I'd lost because the grown up me completely forgot it ever existed in the first place. I don't give two shits about why you think the plot sucked or why characters sucked or any of that petty kind of shit. It gave me back that memory of joy and hope for the future and that's something you can't take away from me. Come at me, nerds. I'll defend that spark to the bitter end.
And THAT is why I won't shut the fuck up about Star Wars. Deal with it."
It's actually the first 3D movie I've seen that hasn't made me sick...and the movie was fun on top of that! 