A presence I have not felt since…

Alright, I admit it: I’m super-pumped about Star Wars – Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. Even though, yes, it does look like Anakin and Obi-Wan duel while surfing on lava and, yes, probably Yoda farts. I even have serious doubts that Mace Windu will be revealed as a Jedi traitor — but so what? This is Star Wars — the last ever! Even if it were (if this is actually possible) worse than Attack of the Clones, who cares? We owe it to Star Wars to go to that theater and to cheer when the logo blasts across the screen one last time. We even owe it to George Lucas to put our recent differences behind us and clap when his name is shown as if to say, “Thank you.” Because truly without Star Wars the world would be a dimmer place.

So, thank you, George Lucas. It is because of you that I am a dreamer and that I want to share those dreams with others. Star Wars is truly magic and it has had a fundamental effect on my life in a way that no other fairytale has. Sure, you made two crappy movies but, in all honesty, I treasure them too in a way.

So if Episode III does suck, I don’t care, at least not for now. No, for the next week I am a child again, mystifed and captivated by tales of heroes and villians in a galaxy far, far away. My imagination will run wild, I will engage in a ill-advised action figure buying binge, and I will wear a single black glove to work. I will wait until the last name has scrolled through the credits, until the lights in the theatre come on, and then I will bid goodbye to an old friend.