Monday, January
04, 2016
Just shy
of 40 years later, I got the same chills I had the first time I saw the movie,
Star Wars.
Back
then, Pauly had called to tell me about it, and how he, Hank and Garrick were
going even though lines wound around the block of every theater showing it.
“This is
something special,” he kept telling me, first on the phone and later when I
drove over to theater in Hawthorne where he said the lines were less maniac.
None of
our crew had seen the film yet, so we stood outside the theater puzzled at the
mania of the people around us, people who seemed almost entranced by this need
to share this experience.
Once
inside, we sat in one of the back rows, because all the rows upfront were
filled, and waited, and when everything started, we were entranced, too, caught
up in a movement that we did not expect.
A decade
after the Summer of Love, movements seemed to be in short supply, and our faith
in the concept of change diminished. We did not have confidence in the No Nukes
movement, even though Three Mile Island scared us. And with the war over in the
Far East, we had little to protest against except the perpetually spiking oil
prices that made it less and less affordable to drive to and from work or
anywhere else.
I drove
a silver Pinto then, constantly in fear that I would get rear-ended and blow
up.
No
moment in time stood out as much as this brief time in that theater, except
perhaps the night we all individually sat in front of our TVs back in 1964 and
saw The Beatles on Ed Sullivan. As with most events of this kind, we knew even
then we would remember where we were and who we were with when we saw this film
for the first time, even though over the years, we would come back to it again
and again, seeking to the same thrill, but knowing the first time would also be
the best time, and we could not recapture that magic.
This
weekend the magic came back.
Only it
was different this time – even though it was just as difficult getting into a
theater to see the new Star Wars movie.
A
private affair – like finding an old love after many years, rekindling some
special feeling, knowing that this was a reprise to a previous love, and marked
the end of an era, and because of this sense of closure, felt as special as the
first love, even though it did not have the same sense of newness the first
experience did.
Unlike
the first time, I held back from seeing this film. I did not jump in and buy
ahead of time. Age as made me shy of crowds. But also I had my doubts. Despite
the positive reviews, I was still stinging from three bad movies that bore the
Star Wars name. Lucas’ selling the franchise to Disney did not make me think
things would improve. I also expected a maudlin tribute to the past filled with
old sentimental scenes that I would have to endure through to get to the
action.
The
moments were there, but they were not maudlin, carrying with them instead an
emotional impact we all waited for for years, a desperate need for us to
rekindle old relationships with people who have hovered in the back of our
heads like spirits since the last of the original films were released in the
early 1980s.
This was
always the flaw of Lucas, miscasting the later films and misreading the fact
that the films were less about his mythology and more about the people who
lived through the experience, actors whose faces had become as close to many of
us as our own families.
These
moments stirred up a passion that Lucas could not, bringing back for a final
curtain many of these people for use to see before we, the original audience,
make our way off this mortal coil.
Not all
of these moments were happy, although Hans Solo was exactly who he always was,
as were the others of the original cast of characters. In some ways, this is a
sad film, a closing of a door on the past that we needed, but also feel regret
about. And yet, the film allows us to do what we most wanted, see our friends
again one last time. Some of these will make their way into future Star Wars
films, but several won’t, and this film in some ways has similar shocking conclusions
some felt way back in early Disney films like Bambi.
When I
finally made up my mine to see the film, most of the shows were still sold out.
I stopped off in Bayonne just minutes after one show started and another wasn’t
set to start for several hours. When I went to Secaucus on Saturday, they only
seats they had were in the first row – and while a close friend of mine from
the original movie made a point of dropping acid to sit in the front row for
the famous trench scene, this was a little too close for me since my eyesight
was not what it once was, and yet good enough to make out each pixel – not how
I wanted to experience the film for the first time. So we changed for tickets
on Sunday.
From the
first moment to last, I was transfixed.
Perhaps
this film means more to people like me who have the prior experience to go by,
so that even with the new cast, the film seemed to stir up emotions I’d not
felt in years, and when the old cast arrived, I was stunned.
This was
a film that covered all the bases, touched upon every aspect of the previous
films, including tributes to the bad three Lucas gave us inbetween this and the
films of the magic years, tributes that did not linger, but gently danced on
for us to catch or not catch on the first viewing, each scene just long enough
for us to get the message before moving on.
Since
Hans Solo was always my hero, his arrival thrilled me. And as I said, this was
a film in which I get to meet and bid farewell to that old friend.
By the
time, the concluding credits came only one word came to mind: perfect.
This was
a perfect ending and a perfect new beginning. I could not have asked for
anything more.
I had avoided this film because of the awfulness of the earlier three. Just as I have no interest in any more of the "Star Trek" re-boots. They're not only bad, but a deliberate slap in the face to the original "Trek" fans.
ReplyDeleteThey started the new franchise by blowing up Vulcan.
Nuff said.
However your review has made me want to see this new episode of "Star Wars". Yes I remember exactly the day I saw the first one. Who I was with where we had dinner after, and the long walk through Chinatown as we discussed the 'Wonder' we had just seen.
Nothing could replace the experience. As it happened "nothing" did because for me many..not all, but many of the following episodes were crashing disappoints.
So when Disney ate the series I felt "...that's it". "It's over". I read reviews that said it was just so much noise, and pointless brutality. However then I read 'your' feelings on the matter.
Alright okay I will see it this week. The crowds should have thinned somewhat so I may get a decent seat..."seventh row center". So said Paul Wunder the Film reviewer for WBAI. He taught me that, and much else.
I'll let you know what happens. Always loved your prose btw.