I don’t think it will be an uncommon occurrence this weekend
to see people going apeshit over Star Wars, sharing stories about their own epic
light saber battles, or recounting memories about the movie(s). This won’t be that generic.
Everyone who knows me knows that I love “Star Wars”. I don’t keep it a secret. I’m staying home
from the office today, partly just to write this and document it before I go
see the movie, exactly 24 hours from now.
I have those sort of regular kind of “Star Wars” memories and details
running around in my life. My kid is
named Luke. The runner up name middle
name was Harrison (depending on what Ben chose as the first name). The “family decals” on my rear car window are
“Star Wars” characters. I have a light
saber windshield wiper back there, too.
I quote it pretty often. But
then, I have some not so generic, not-so-regular thoughts about “Star Wars”,
too. Things that you might not always think
about when you’re making fun of someone dressed up as Princess Leia trying to
get out of jury duty.
I will start with my generic story, which is moderately
interesting. I was 6 in 1977. My sister, Tina, would have been 8 or 9. We didn’t have a lot of money. We actually had no money. Ever.
But occasionally, our parents and their friends would want some adult
time, and drop us off at the Merrimon Twin theatre on Saturday mornings to see
these “matinee” movies with the other friends’ kids. Yes, I said “drop us off”. They would leave us there. A bunch of kids, all under 10. ‘Cause you could do that back then. It couldn’t have cost more than 4 or 5 bucks
or something for both of us. This day was
the first time we went to the theatre. It
was my first movie in a theatre. The
matinee we were supposed to see was “The Apple Dumpling Gang”, a Don Knotts
movie. But one of us conned the ticket
person to sell us tickets to the other movie playing in the other theatre. “Star Wars”.
I remember flashes of it. I
couldn’t have recounted the plot to you, but I remember the music. I remember the light sabers. I remember the Death Star blowing up. I remembered robots. And I remember Princess Leia.
So then there were two other movies, and I saw the characters
grow up and mature as I grew and matured.
Now we’re going deep.
There are two reasons “Star Wars” is more than just a space
movie to me. Leia and The Force.
Leia is a child, really, in “Star Wars”. A young girl.
In the beginning of the movie, she’s in trouble. But she is not afraid of these towering
men. She is the *leader of the
rebellion* against them. She has the
plans that will destroy them. And she
has *clearly* outwitted them, and they know it.
So they blow up everyone she loves to break her. But it doesn’t. It strengthens her resolve. Now, there’s purpose to her survival other
than delivering a message. Now, she’s
really going to “deliver a message”. When
the “men” show up to rescue her – she’s the one that blasts them out of there,
and isn’t ashamed to take credit for it.
She has a mission. She has a brain,
but she can fight when she needs to. She is resourceful. And she’s all of about 19 years old. As she progresses throughout the other two
movies, she is all those things and more.
In “Empire Strikes Back”, she opens her heart and falls in love. She orchestrates the initial maneuver to
rescue Han from Jabba’s lair. And when
she is “enslaved”, she breaks loose, and wearing a gold bikini, she strangles
that blob bastard *all by herself*.
You get where I’m going with this, right? I can only *hope* that there’s a character
like this in the new movie, and that Riley can have that like I did.
Second reason – The Force.
Han calls it a “hokey religion” in “Star Wars”. But it’s not a religion at all. Obi Wan says, “The Force is what gives a Jedi
his power. It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us
and penetrates us.” It’s the human experience. It isn’t discriminatory, although those meant
to be Jedi can use it to throw people around. What better way to think about the world than
to know that the power is within us to make all things right and true. The thing that can make everything right is
*in* us – that it isn’t hovering above us, waiting for us to screw up and
condemn us. In “Star Wars”, for those who
understand it, it can be used to “bring peace to the galaxy”. Or, it can be used to “rule” the galaxy. But ultimately, it is the good that prevails. And it’s all brought around by one kid, true
to himself, true to what is right, even through the temptation and
outstandingly negative odds against him.
And it’s that thing itself, The Force, that allows us to choose which
side we’re on, or to change ourselves when we realize we are wrong (like Darth coming
around at the end of “Return of the Jedi”).
Self awareness. Self confidence. The all-too-human ability to nourish
ourselves with empathy, or destroy ourselves with selfishness. **I put “Jedi” on a college scholarship application
when it asked for my religion (I didn’t want to leave it blank). I got the scholarship, by the way.**
…Sooooo much better to be the
change we want to see than to just think it’s going to happen…and to be able to
hold ourselves accountable when we choose not to do anything…that’s nice too.
Now, I’m really not certain George
Lucas meant all these little innuendos when he wrote such stunning dialogue
(pfffft). But was a nice side effect for
this little girl, living in BFWNC (Asheville really wasn’t the hopping
Metropolis it is now – that’s another essay), who really thought the whole
universe was the immediate area around her home until I saw that movie. It was also
nice to think as a fantasizing child that there might just be something “special”
in me that no one, not even me, would know about until it was important enough
to save the galaxy. And I met lots of “others”
as I got older, and realized that about them too - “why, yes, I would like to watch your
extremely rare VHS tape of the “Star Wars Christmas Special” that only aired once, thank you…”. Generations of kids who just wanted to
believe in themselves. I will be going
on Saturday morning, with my sister, her family, Ben and my children to see the
new movie. When that logo comes up on
the screen, and that first blast of theme music plays, I’m probably going to
cry. OK, not probably. I’m going to cry. I hope it makes my children feel powerful,
special, and important. Not to anyone
else – but to themselves. I hope it
makes them believe just a little bit more in themselves.
Because that’s what “Star Wars”
meant to me.
