There is too much hyperoble surrounding anything "Star Wars". Fanboys hate the new trilogy because, well to be perfectly honest, it was the wrong three to make, and Lucas did a horrible job with the scripts. Everyone who loved the original movies emotionally bought into the characters, and it would have been interesting to see where the Star Wars universe progressed to since we
last visited it (as oppossed to seeing how it got to were it is...). Lucas' tinkering with everything has also worn thin...
I am a fanboy. I was the boy, who at age 8, had A New Hope memorized
from start to finish, and thanks to my parents using the movie theatre as a babysitter, I viewed the movie no less than 26 times during it's run in my small town. Empire has grown on me, and now sits a top my favourites, followed closely by a New Hope. Return of the Jedi has never really sat well with me (largely because the Ewoks were my childhood's Jar Jar).
Phantom Menace was one of the biggest disappointments I have ever experienced. Soooo much hype when it first came out, that there was no way
it could live up to everyone's expectations. I remember seething for days
afterwards, and telling my friends (and anyone else who would listen) how angry
I was. Of course, I wasn't angry enough not to go see it for a second time
later that week, just to make sure I didn't miss anything (lol).
The other two were "okay", and much like the Clone Wars cartoon series they
help fill a little of the Star Wars void that creeps up in my life from time to time, but they really do not capture in any way, shape, or form the feelings I have for the Epsiodes 4, 5, and for some parts, 6.
But, ever the dutiful Star Wars fan, I lined up with my family to see Phantom
Menace in 3D Saturday night. I fully expected the theatre to be packed
(since when is any Star Wars event not jammed to the rafters). Surprisingly, when the movie started the theatre was only 50% full...with very few fanboys in site (nobody brought a light sabre to my showing...sigh).
Half-way through the movie, I was totally enjoying the 3D technical aspects
(it is well done and refrains from being gimmicky..instead, opting more for a
depth of field perspective that will, at times, make you gasp with awe).
At the same point in the movie, I was totally hating Jar-Jar and all the other
plot issues that everyone harps on, when I looked over and saw the face of my 10 year old daughter. She was mesmorized and on the edge of her seat...
Then it dawned on me. Lucas did not make this movie for me, nor my
childhood memories. He made it for the other 8, 9 and 10 year olds who go
to the movie theatre not expecting the worst for the money they spent, but
rather the sure joy and magic of the experience. She is not jaded by all
the fan boy discussion or the critics who harp on minor plot details or apparent
racism (really? does anyone seriously think that Lucas sat down, put on a
white robe and triangle hood, and hammered out Jar Jar as a reflection of his
views on a "typical black from the Southern States"?).
Lucas made the movie for kids who play video games and still look for magic
and adventure when they go to the theatre. Nothing more. Nothing
less. When I put down my distain, and looked through my daughter's
eyes, I truly enjoyed the movie (even with the Gungans..but I still can't get
over the horrible masks used for the Trade Federation..seriously a $100 million+ budget, and that's the best you could do?).
secondary school teacher, amateur photographer, movie buff, computer nerd .