Well, the whole Star Wars thing is our era's mythology, right? Sort of like The Iliad and the Odyssey belong to classical civilizations and Beowulf belongs to the Anglo-Saxons, Star Wars belongs to us. And it's a particularly potent mythology for people who came of age watching the movies, like my oldest son who has loved Star Wars for forever.
So, it was with pleasure that we all saw it last night, although (I'll confess) I wasn't camping out for tickets or counting down the minutes or getting dressed up. I like Stars Wars. I even honor Star Wars. But when push comes to shove, I could have waited to see it.
Still. There was something sweet about the thought of seeing it last night with the first-born (even though he and his wife ended up in another auditorium wth?)
Okay. I liked it. A lot, even. Like a reviewer on NPR said, it works, because it hits all the familiar notes and hits them well. Personally, I was unprepared for how emotional I felt when I saw the characters who have aged.
It was an oddly bittersweet experience.