A sad ending to a great saga. The movie itself was not sad...the saddest part was watching the very last scene of Obi-Wan handing baby Luke to Owen and Beru. The two new parents staring into the two suns of Tatooine. I knew that was the last scene. Star Wars always ends with the last minute and a half with purely instrumentals. But it wasn't just the last scene of the movie...it was the last scene of 28 years of story telling. How I longed for time to cease.
Cuzzie Chun IM'ed me a few weeks back...asking how I dealt with graduation. Four (for some, five) years of your life dedicated to one goal and as you come towards the end, you feel you've gone to fast to enjoy what you have. I gave the example of reading a good book. As you come towards the final pages of the final chapter, you almost don't want to finish it.. in fear of never being able to recapture the burst of passion that was ignited from the first 20+ chapters. Same feeling I had. After 2.5 hours of sitting through cheesey lines, blinding lightsaber fights, horrific realizations, I fought back the tears of the Star Wars saga finally coming to an end (as we know it).
Star Wars lives on. It's being carried on through books, cartoon, comics and perhaps a mini-series. But those are all bastard children without birth certificates.
Overall...the movie was done quite well. He dug a hole too deep for himself by spending too much time on ep1. Lucas ran out of time in ep3 to finish telling the story and ended rushing everything. There are still holes that need to be plugged and cracks that need to be filled. The question now is, what's next?
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