There are only a few more weeks until Star Wars takes over the planet. December 17th will be a day filled with nerds, geeks, and ubergeeks crying, cheering, and in complete awe of J.J. Abrams and his take on Star Wars.
But in order to prepare for this moment, one I will remember for the rest of my life, I have started to re-watch the first six movies. Technically, I feel that Episode 4, 5, and 6 are the only ones anyone needs to watch; I can’t stand the CGI in the first three episodes (not to be confused with the first three movies released) nor Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker.
However there are reasons to re-watch the first three episodes. The first is to see if the idea of Jar Jar Binks as a Sith spy is even credible—which I admit, after re-watching, seems like a brilliant plot thread.
The second reason is to watch the lightsaber fights between Qui-Gon, Darth Maul, and Obi Wan, Mace Windu and Palpatine, Yoda and Count Dooku, Yoda and Palpatine, and Obi Wan and Anakin.
The third reason is to understand why Boba Fett is who he is.
And the final reason is to remind yourself that there is always two—a master and an apprentice.
And now that I have watched all six episodes again, I am left waiting, impatiently.
But for few hours (where I should have been studying), I was able to tap into the feeling of pure wonder. This feeling will never let you down. The first few notes of the John Williams soundtrack will always bring you back to a moment when you questioned why Stormtroopers never seemed to hit their targets or to the moment when you fell in love with Wicket or to the moment Yoda’s words etched themselves into your very bones. “Do. Or do not. There is no try.”
So as I continue to countdown to the 17th, I am preparing myself for something in episode 7 that will make me cry, that will make me angry, and that will make me jump out of my seat.
But this is the great thing about being a Star Wars fan. The wonder of it all is electric.