I remember sitting out, in anticipation, the day before the show, Episode One. I was proud of myself for starting the line and only doing it one day before, hehe. I read a few books of Vonnegut until a few more started to arrive. We had lively discussions about how we remember the movies and how we were excited by the chance to see new ones. It was a fabulous time. More people came and soon it was a tailgate party for the big show. People brought food and radios. Some brought televisions. It was exciting. Before the age of ticketmaster.com, I had sat out for concert tickets discussing with the fellow fans how much we hoped the performance would be fantastic and envigorating. There was the same air of excitment for the new Star Wars movies.
So I camped out for about 10 hours, until I had to go to work(Night Audit). Friends of mine took my place, and the following morning I arrived and a massive line had formed. It was exciting. I joined my friends in line again. The local radio stations had sent their vehicles to interview and generally become a part of the excitment.
The ticket booths opened up and we got our tickets. Filled with excitement, we purchased tickets for two showings, 12:00AM and 2:00AM. I had been up for nearly 36 hours when they finally started the trailers for the movie. David, Ronnie, Bob and me were hungered down to watch the movie. We shouted out when the yellow text rolled up the screen. Then we listened to dialogue for 45 minutes. No problem, we were still living off the excitment for the day. The fabulous pod racing scene stirred us, so we would be awake for the final fight.
When it was over, we felt a rush of adrenaline. As we ran to the other theatre to see the next showing, we discussed the good points ignoring the bad dialogue and Jar Jar. The yellow text rolled out for the second showing, but we didnt shout. We were still excited, but we were discussing the movie to ourselves. Trying to convince ourselves that it was a great movie, not just a decent movie. Then it happened, the bastard dialogue knocked us out. I, myself, fought to stay awake. I would not fall asleep during star wars. How could I think of doing such a thing.
I slightly woke up later during pod race. Like when your mother tells you to get up and you barely open your eyes enough to say “No”. But it was fleeting. I remember the fight scene at the end barely only because I realized it was nearly over, and we needed to leave. I actually started getting up during the fight scene. I thought, ” Fuck the movie I need a bed.” This is the moment I realized the movie was not great, and it was only decent because of my love for Star Wars.
Well less than two months from now two artistic endeavors I have been in love with for more years than I care to think about are renewing themselves. Episode III is finally going to be in theatres, and Trent Reznor has emerged from his hole in the ground with a new album.
I love Star Wars (not GL, but SW) and I deeply respect Trent Reznor and his motely of friends who help him produce albums under the name, Nine Inch Nails. But as the years go by, I realize that my love and respect has grown disproportionally to the talent behind both Star Wars and NiN. I dont think May is going to be a good month.
I think based on Episode one and two that EIII will suck ass in all regards. I think Trent Reznor going back to writing what he calls “songs” as opposed to “pieces” will undoubtably be disappointing. Trent can I tell you lyrically you are hit and miss. “Bite the hand that feeds” is not only a weak title and lyric but it is cliche’d. Why the hell did you think you needed to say it so many times in one song? Oh wait you dont just say it in that one song, great.
If you, the reader, dont like the titles of the songs on NiN, then I warn you. You might want to ignore the lyrics. God I cant wait for the instrumental remix versions. But I am trying to look on the bright side. It is SW and it is NiN.
Damn you youth.