I Tell This Story Every Forth Of May

I watched part two of a terrific Star Wars the Clone Wars episode tonight. Its stared R2D2 and harkened back to what is best about Star Wars. It had heroism of the highest order, friendship and loyalty and some of the best animated adventure that I have seen in a long time. General Grevious is a worthy villian on the same level as the great Darth Vader. His clash with the young Annakin viewed through the lens of future events makes Grevious almost a spirtual father or step-father to the Darth Vader that Annakin would become. Who would have thought that 22 minutes on TV would totally kicked the ass of a feature length movie - both using the same kind of annimation and story telling style. When Star Wars the Clone Wars was created as a movie I was correct to be suspicous having been burned by George Lucas many time before. Every movie he made away from his Star Wars Universe (Willow anyone?) was unredeemable CRAP. But he saved his greatest sins for the five movies that came after my beloved Star Wars.

That movie was a singular joy for the 12 year old me and like everyone from that generation I have a great story to accompany my first (and second and third) viewing of Star Wars. You have to remember that 1977 was a far different movie landscape than we are used to today. Movies did not open in 2000 theatres and stayed around for months and months. The big opening weekend was not the focus and the multiplex was non-existent. It seems there were less movies back then and less crap just made to fill the tiny multiplex theartes. Theatres were huge and luxurious with actual balconies that you rushed to just to have that front balcony seat. Popcorn and pop are meant to be rested on that ledge in front of me and not beside me or on the floor...I am not a barbarian here. There was little lead up to the movie so it kinda just exploded on the screen and was primed for a twelve year old audience. Never before had we seen such pristine special effects. The movie just seemed CLEAN if that makes any sense. The characters were fresh and dynamic and the whole mythology of the "Jedi" and the "Force". George Lucas famously took less of the profits from the movies themselves in exchange for full control and profits over the toys and merchandising. This kind of mechandising jugernaut was virtually unheard of before Star Wars. Like Jaws before it and Raiders of the Lost Art after it DEFINED the world Summer Blockbuster. I was never a fan of the Star Wars action figures. They were just too small and lacked detail. I was raised on six inch Mego figures with their awesome cloth costumes and of course the legendary Evile Knievel and the 12 inch G.I. Joe figures. (but what do I know...a set of first edition Star Wars action figures - I had ONE...a Darth Vader and I opened the package-would pay for your child's education. There were relatively rare and not saved in package. And anyone who treat Lucas as some kind of God will have to explain to me why it took YEARS...no DECADES to market a LIGHT SABER that allowed any geek to get their Jedi freak on.

I will give Lucas his props for advancing special effects through his Industrial Light and Magic - mainly financed with his merchandising profits. Special effects that were done in the original Star Wars with models have since been replaced by green screen CGIs. We would not have the wonders of the Matrix without such advances. (I LOVE Sky Captain and the World of Tommorow which is totally CGI with the exception of live actors). Yoda himself was a MUPPET (voiced and controlled by the great Frank OZ). Of course the addition of Jar Jar Binks is just CGI abuse and hubris of the highest order.

But I was telling the story of my seeing Star Wars for the first time in 1977. I had waited weeks to be taken to Winnipeg with the expressed purpose of seeing Star Wars. I would have been the first of my classmates to get the chance and as a fanboy from birth it was something I couldn't pass up. What was I thinking right? How could the movie possibly live up the hype that I built up in my mind? What in life ever does? Anyway we arrived in time for the 6 o'clock show but NO ONE in the house would take me. I was totally pissed. My parents and older cousins actually expected my to wait until the next day? I reached for the phone book and found the bus dispatch service and found the correct bus to take to get to the theatre and just left the house. Never told anyone I was leaving and I doubt they even noticed me walking out the door. I was the kind of kid who was never afraid of doing things on my own and I have a kind of insane bravery that comes over me in those moments. So I arrive at the theatre, grab my pop and popcorn and take my seat...for the next 2 hours I experienced something that I hadn't before or since - a transended movie experience. So much was going on that I felt that I couldn't open my eyes wide enough to take it all in. When the Death Star exploded I felt a wave of panic come over me...I couldn't leave the theatre yet...I had to see the movie again...not tomorrow but right that night...the next showing. In a daze I rushed to the bathroom and using a tecnique I had seen on tv I locked the stall door and sat on the top of the toilet hugging my knees. I waiting for what felt like a hour for the movie crowds to recycle and then snuck into my second showing JUST as the opening credits began. I was giddy with euphoria for not only seeing Star Wars again but for what I just got away with. I, however, was not brave enough to purchase more snacks for fear that I would be recognized. You would think that after the second Death Star of the evening had exploded that I would have had enough but I was always one to push my luck. After all there was one more showing that evening and "in for a penny, in for a pound" was sorta my mantra. I laughed outloud when I resumed my place behind the locked bathroom stall and almost shit myself when someone tried to get in. To this day I don't know if it was a theatre employee or someone with poopy pants. I was so cocky during that third showing that I went for snacks TWICE just to push the envelop somemore. Around midnight I left the theatre and my feet didn't touch the ground once. I don't know how I found the right bus but I eventually made my way back to my Aunt's place. Of course I had been missing 6 hours and they had the police out looking for me. They may have yelled at me but I didn't care. Another example of my passive agressive way to get what I wanted and to this day I have NO regrets. Definately one of the top five adventures in a life full of adventure.