Fear ye not, you shall find no spoilers here. Furthermore, this is not a movie review blog. You are safe. Read on if you are so inclined.
So apparently along with much of the population, we Picts went to see ‘Star Wars: The Force Awakens’ this weekend. My husband – the biggest Star Wars nerd in the family by far – had been tempted to do the seven movie marathon at our local cinema but then saw sense so we were all able to go and see if for the first time together. Tickets were pre-ordered, SW themed clothing was donned (except by me) and off we trotted to the cinema.
We arrived an hour early but even then we had to join a lengthy queue to get into our screen. We played Star Wars Top Trumps in the line in order to stave off any boredom and moaning. The atmosphere was lovely. Everyone was excited and was geeking out. A trio of young men in front of us were doing wookiee impressions. I loved that we were sharing this experience with our kids. My husband and I saw the original triology in the cinema when we were wee (I did not see the A New Hope on its original release, of course, since I was actually too wee) and they were a set of movies that stuck with us our entire lives. I loved the movies but am mostly a SW nerd by affiliation. My husband is a SW nut. Our kids were weaned onto SW at an early age. I have video of my second son, as a baby, being able to name SW characters. Of course, what we enthused about were the original triology. The prequels were astoundingly dismal. My husband and I still saw that trilogy in the cinema but we left disappointed every time.
I, therefore, went into the cinema feeling cynical about this new sequel but hopeful nevertheless; I left the cinema feeling relieved and entertained. It was a rollocking fun movie with soundly defined characters, solid performances, great set pieces, and enough references, mirroring and echoes of the original movies to make it part of a cohesive sequel and to satiate the nerdom of we SW fans. There was also an avoidance of exposition (something which made the prequels so snoresome) which in turn creates intrigue for the forthcoming movies. All six of us found lots to dissect, discuss and analyse once we were back in our car (having taken a vow of silence in the cinema lest we accidentally spoil it for someone overhearing us). Best of all, my concerns that my husband might need therapy if the new movie turned out to be rubbish were made irrelevant. All six Pict movie nerds were happy.