The Nostalgia Awakens

I’m not supposed to get excited, right?

I should cite Jar Jar, those clones, hell, even the illogical Mustofar fight.

ALL of that should have left me a cynical husk of a nerd, capable of rolling my eyes with every sudden appearance of a new type of lightsaber or swell of John Williams score.

But then, this happened…

We knew this was coming. I read all the rumors (I don’t mind spoilers for things like this, especially in light of the intense disappointment of the prequels.).

So why did I find myself watching this trailer, remembering every detail of sitting in a Bronx movie theater with my dad in 1983 as Return of The Jedi started and my entire life changed?

I’m not kidding. I was three. It was the first visit my dad made to NYC after my mom and he had divorced. It’s one of the most vivid memories of my childhood (and as a few people can tell you, I don’t remember a lot of my childhood).

I was there again, holding his hand and watching Yoda fade away. I had no idea why I was sad, but I knew I should be. This was my first Star Wars and it all made sense. The characters, the stakes, Williams’ score. All is if I was born knowing all of it.

And now I’m fighting my hardest not to let that overcome me and melt me into a puddle of nerd goo.

Now, I know. A lot of folks will talk about that Episode 1 hype. Yeah, I fell into it too. You can totally fish around this blog about that story, but something about this feels different. Not better, we can’t make that call in a little over 80 seconds, but definitely different.

Fingers crossed, huh?

Be Easy,


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