There’s one thing I will never be ashamed to admit: I am a “Star Wars” geek. Always have been. Always will.
Don’t believe me? I once had a collection of “Star Wars” toys so abundant it filled a washing machine box AND a dryer box. I own a T-shirt with the symbol of the Galatic Empire which reads “Imperial Domination.” My cell-phone ringer is the “Imperial March.”
That being said, today is a special day for me … as it should be for any movie fan out there. Today marks the 30th birthday that the first “Star Wars” movie hit the silver screen and changed the face of cinema forever.
In fact, “Star Wars” was the first movie I ever saw, and instantly I was hooked.
As a kid, I wanted to be Han Solo in the worst way. I even walked around with a long-sleeved white shirt with a black vest pretending to be the Corellian smuggler who could make the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs. My best friend would pretend to be Luke Skywalker, and together we’d try to save our galaxy from Darth Vader and the evil Galatic Empire.
As time went on and more movies came out, I became addicted to the entire series. Name me a scene, and I could quote it to you verbatim, even if some alien dialect was used. I studied the characters. I knew who they were, where they came from, and they defined the part of me that will likely never grow up.
And what’s not to like? It’s a classic tale of good vs. evil. About how even if a person became so bad, there is always a chance for redemption. It had special effects that were so far ahead of it’s time, they’re somewhat unmatched even today. It was classic Cowboys and Indians in outer space.
It’s nice to have something that will always bring out the kid in you.
Yeah, I’m a “Star Wars dork. And those who don’t like it can kiss my tauntaun.
May the Force Be With You.