Star Wars

This is too easy of a topic to write about. Let's be real. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love Star Wars. I'm sure I could spend many, many blogs writing about this particular topic. Between the movies, television shows, books, and toys, this topic is the gift that keeps on giving. I'm not in the mood to take the easy road with Star Wars. Instead, I want to talk about the odd impact the original trilogy had on me as a kid. 

I honestly can't tell you where my love of Star Wars comes from. I can remember spending hours, with my brother, playing with the toys. Like most kids, we had a ton of figures and vehicles. And bases. Ewok village was the best. I'm digressing already though. Oh, and Jabba's chair thing that trapped figures. Anyway, I can remember sitting at the television any time the Fox anthem played waiting for the famous, "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away" to appear on the screen. The rage that appeared on my face was comical. 

What actually inspired this blog was dinner with my daughter. We were out, and on the television was a prequel. I believe it was Revenge of the Sith. She sat there, mesmerized by the movie. The girl has seen them all, but they don't end up on tv as background noise like they did for me when I was her age. This was a rarity. I watched her and started talking about the movies. It became a nice dinner conversation. 

It amazes me that I can say this, but, when I was her age (insert groan here) Star Wars would play on WPIX. The thing is, it wouldn't be on every day. Today, you turn on whatever channel has the rights to Star Wars and you can watch marathon after marathon. For me, and many of you, it was on around Thanksgiving weekend. That's the memory I get to share. It's one of my most amazing, clear memories from my childhood. 

I remember going to my grandparent's house, heading to the back room, and turning on Star Wars. Movie after movie played. It was the original marathon. If I wasn't at my grandparent's house, I would head to my room. I would sit with my uncle and he would quiz me on Star Wars. I began to learn actor names, lines, writers, and directors. It may have been my earliest exposure to learning the behind the scenes craft.

I didn't know it then, but I was studying structure. I didn't understand why Luke fought Vader in the tree cave, but it was himself. I couldn't figure out why Luke was allowed to roam around Cloud City. I certainly didn't understand why Empire ended the way it did. As a kid, I didn't need to understand this. It was an impact on me. I began learning how a hero stepped up to the fight. I learned how tragedy can drive a person to act. I learned that a flashlight makes a good lightsaber. 

These early Star Wars marathons were magical. They made Thanksgiving special. It gave me something to look forward to and helped me bond with my brother and uncle. Ironically, I the first movie I saw in theaters with my Dad was episode 7. That's an irrelevant piece of information that I'm sure will lead to another post one day. Best part about the once a year Star Wars marathon ... it got me out of watching the once a year airing of The Wizard of Oz. 

Till next time. Which will be next week. Promise. No seriously ... I mean it.