I’m the 36 year old man sitting in the theater who starts tearing up when the Lucasfilm logo and “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away” appear on the screen. I’m not kidding, the other night as these screens faded into view, I turned to Samantha with tears running down my cheek and uttered:
“I’m so invested in this story.”
Laugh all you want, but there it is. I’m a HUGE Star Wars fan and a new film is like five Christmases and five birthdays all rolled up into one.
It’s a big deal.
I had some mixed feeling about the film, but upon self-reflection it really comes down to this: I’m having to let go of my generation’s Star Wars and allow the next to take the reigns.
At 36, it’s the first time I’ve really felt like there is a world that is moving on while I’m wanting to hold on to a bit of the past. I think there is bit of grieving when we experience this (with Star Wars or anything else that might trigger these sentiments) and it’s what I felt after seeing The Last Jedi. I’ll see it a few more times, get in some internet squabbles about it, and eventually settle into acceptance of what it is, but my greatest challenge with the film is letting go of what I hold on to (interestingly enough this is a major theme of the film), and to cherish my Star Wars traditions while making room for something new. I just hope that those who get to hear the story next have as much fun as I’ve had.