Loving Star Wars: A Cross-Generational Story
Star Wars is very near and dear to my heart. One reason I believe this is true, is that Star Wars is like a family heirloom: it has been passed down generation to generation.
In 1977 on a hot and humid day in Memphis, Tennessee, my mother and her friend wanted to see a movie, Saturday Night Fever. Unfortunately, the movie was rated R, so they could not buy a movie ticket themselves.
So, when my mom saw a friend by the movie theatre, they asked him to purchase them tickets to their raunchy movie.
What he bought them instead were two tickets to the latest space opera from George Lucas, then just simply title Star Wars.
So, began my family’s history with Star Wars.
In my house, you’ll see Star Wars books piled everywhere. The Thrawn Trilogy, to the Bounty Hunter Wars, and even Young Jedi Knights.
We listened to the audiobooks on long car rides, and watched the original trilogy on a nearly endless loop.
You can imagine the excitement in my family when the new trilogy was announced.
It’s 1999, I’m about 7 years old, and my family goes to the opening of Star Wars the Phantom Menace. When I leave, I’m ecstatic. I loved every minute of it, and I found Jar Jar Binks hilarious (I’m ashamed now, okay).
I was so busy going over every little detail of the movie, that I didn’t notice how my own siblings were reacting. Apparently for them, it was like the day all light had been extinguished from the world.
I loved the second trilogy, up until at about 14, when I became old enough to learn how to hate the prequels with a fiery passion.
Now I thought this was the end. No more Star Wars. I was sad, but I was willing to accept it.
Then Disney came and bought Lucasfilms. I was worried, but hopeful. I saw what they did to Marvel, and thought maybe they could do that to Star Wars.
The TV show Rebels, helped me believe just a little bit, although the death of the Extended Universe, something my family had sunk so much time into, hit me rather hard.
It’s 2015. My mother and my brother who took his 5-year-old daughter to see the new Star Wars with him. She loved it. Her younger sister loved playing with the Kylo Ren mask.
The same love I felt in 1999, the same love my mother felt in 1977, that’s how my niece felt.
How amazing is that?
Three generations of love for Star Wars and it doesn’t show any sign of slowing. Why does it have this longevity?
Maybe an article for another time. For now, I just simply wanted to marvel at the fact that Star Wars is a phenomenon that breaches generations, and gives us all something to enjoy.