Apologies for the lack of posts, friends. Divorced parents means four Christmases.
I admit it: I’m an eighteen year old girl, and I’m unhealthily obsessed with Star Wars.
It all started when my brother was nine years old and discovered Star Wars. Our parents had never been into it, but somehow, my older brother discovered it. Naturally, wanting to be cool like my big brother, I started to follow along. Then it all went downhill.
If you venture into my attic, you’ll find buckets upon buckets of Star Wars toys: action figures, Legos, ships, a full-blown model of Mustafar (the coolest thing ever, by the way)…
Bottom line, we were obsessed. As we got older, our obsession died down, but our love for the series remained strong. Of course, seeing as my brother and I are only 20 and 18 years old, we grew up on Revenge of the Sith being the only movie we actually remember the release of. Which was fine, because that movie was BANGIN’.
Now, with the release of Episode VII: The Force Awakens, my obsession has been reborn. I forced my stepdad to go to Target one night and buy all six Star Wars movies on Blu-Ray so my mother and I could re-watch the entire series again before seeing The Force Awakens. So, that’s what we did.
We watched in chronological order (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6) instead of release order (4, 5, 6, 1, 2, 3). It took us about two weeks (I’m on winter break from college, but my mom still has to work), but we finally finished the series last night after purchasing tickets ahead of time for The Force Awakens.
THE FORCE AWAKENS SPOILERS AHEAD!
The movie was out of this world (pun very much intended). The lead character, Rey, played by newcomer Daisy Ridley, is such a badass. If I was that little eight-year-old girl watching this film back in 2005, I’d want to be Rey. Hell, I’m eighteen in 2015, and I want to be Rey. She’s determined, smart, and all-together one of the most kick-ass lead roles of our time. Forever crying because I’ll never be as cool as Rey.
Early in the film, our beloved Wookie, Chewbacca, was shot in the arm. I’ve never had to force myself to hold back a scream so hard before. Chewbacca, as my brother describes him, “is like a dog.” You can’t help but love him. Luckily, Chewbacca was alright and makes it through the rest of the film. THANK GOD.
If you kept reading and haven’t seen the film, I suggest you stop reading now, because here comes a MAJOR spoiler.
Han Solo and Leia Organa’s son, Ben, is the main villain of the film, known as Kylo-Ren. He’s a jerk. I’m not going to get too far into detail on him, because I’m assuming those who are reading to this point have seen the film, but bottom line, HE FRIGGIN’ KILLS HAN SOLO.
A part of me died when Han died. After the movie was done, I sat in my seat and bawled. I physically laid down on the sidewalk outside the theater, curled into a ball, and sobbed. HAN FREAKIN’ SOLO, GONE.
I don’t even know why I cried. Han isn’t, nor was he ever my favorite character. (For those wondering, my favorite character is R2D2. Yes, I’m serious.) Han wasn’t a major character for me. I SOBBED when he died. My mom judged me so hard.
Part of my childhood died when Han Solo died. Leia’s reaction when Han died ripped my heart out of my chest, blended it into a smoothie, and fed it to my loved ones.
THIS MOVIE RIPPED ME LIMB FROM LIMB. I LOVED IT SO MUCH.
If you haven’t seen it and are a Star Wars fan: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW!
If you haven’t seen it and are NOT a Star Wars fan: WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?