So, ah, um, I saw Star Wars 82 times in the theater in my youth. (No, that’s not a typo). Read the novelization until it fell apart in my hand. Owned every bubble gum card, and bought pretty much every magazine with any cast member in it. Listened to the cassette tape of the movie that my friend Gena and I made by sneaking a huge old Radio Shack tape recorder into the theater about a billion times (that might be an exaggeration), and saw it on VHS, then laser disc, then DVD (and on re-release) a bunch more times.
I know Star Wars (the original 3–we’re just not going to talk about the second trilogy, ‘kay?). I know it, I crushed on the guys in it, I wanted to be Princess Leia’s best friend, and I while I thought the Ewoks were cute, I was old enough by the time Jedi came out to know that a movie with Wookies would have been ultra-cool…and to know that Empire is the best flick of the bunch.
But Star Wars is still the one. Heck, it’s a defining moment in my childhood (a long moment…that sucker was in theaters forever!)
So when I saw this while attending Kathy Griffin with Julia London…well, I have to go.
How COOL is this?????
And so the afore-mentioned Gena and I will be parking our butts in chairs in the Long Center next summer, while my husband rolls his eyes, wondering what the heck got into his wife (or maybe not–he knows me well). And I’ll be reliving my childhood.
I can’t wait.
