I promised myself not to do this. I really did. I’ve been bitten far too many times to get suckered in to the trap again. At least, that’s what I told myself.
I’m actually excited to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens.
I don’t care that the prequels were bad, or that J.J. Abrams’ last Star Trek film didn’t even approach the vicinity of the hype it was given 1. I’m excited, and I not even going to bother being level-headed at this point.
My excitement began building with the first teaser, when the Millennium Falcon suddenly exploded onto the screen with the old familiar fanfare playing as the soundtrack. It continued to build the moment I heard Han Solo say, “Chewy” in the second teaser. By the time he added, “We’re home,” I almost teared up. But these things on their own didn’t set me into a fanboy giddiness.
That credit goes to a the new droid, BB-8.
When I first saw BB-8 in the trailer, I was concerned. I worried the new film was going to be yet another pointless CGI-fest and BB-8 was the poster-child for the train-wreck which was about to happen. And then I found out something wonderful, BB-8 is a practical effect. This little robot actually exists 2. From there I heard how the crew was determined to film on actual sets and make as many things practical effects as they could manage.
By the time I saw the full-scale Millennium Falcon I was hooked 3. I needed to see this film. Now that I’ve got my tickets, I’m biting my nails in anticipation.
Yes, the world is a mess. Yes, there are far more important things going on all around me. I’ll deal with these things. In fact, I wrestle with them each and every day. But when the lights go down and the words, “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” fade on to the screen I’ll be transported to another world. A world in which I’ll see others wrestling with the pain of life and yet who manage to continue the struggle nevertheless. And just maybe I’ll remember, all over again, the struggle against the darkness is worth it.
This is the power of story.